My Addiction

I glued my face to the sheets
Not all tears
are born to be shared

a cocktail of mixed sweat
And coital scents
lingered in the air

Selfishly, I wondered
if any evidence
Had seeped through

Walls have ears
Would they spread a rumour

My heartbeat
pikes as his hands trace
Patterns
down my spine

My loins betray me
Again.
He does that
An addiction I can’t fight

He says the words
And wounds me
Again.
He does that too

“I have to go.
I have to meet my wife for dinner.”

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