Side Piece

You radiate on to me like the light on earth's surface. Our sexual energy is undeniably strong; like a red light special between two lovers in a New York City condo. Even though I know you know I have a girl, your flirtatious ways grow onto me like a spell in a mythological world.

Oh I am not innocent. I follow along, better yet I let myself come across your spell. Your ginger appearance, smooth body, and OH your great kisses are like gold. Each piece of you that I get the more hungry I become.

But my heart belongs to elsewhere. It was taken from me by a beautiful soul, by a beautiful girl...like yourself. But yet I continue to make these decisions, (choices) to keeping coming back to you. Am I not happy? Is the one I am with not enough? or am I still entangled in the chemistry and temptation with you?

*Shaking my head* When will I learn? When will I see your perky personality, ginger hair, and lovely smile as just another friendly human, instead of my side piece? because that is what you are, just my side piece. We may have had a chance in the past, maybe even two, but as you and I both know, life takes different ways... or you were simply blind at the time. But now that I am taken and you see that I am happy, your spell lingers even further in my direction, and I have become accustomed to liking it.

You're a bad habit I simply cannot shake. Like a cigarette smoker craving a deadly cancerous stick, just to get through his shift, or a gambler addicted to risky money, spending countless of evenings at the casino rather than with his family. Either way, that is me. I am cigarette smoker, I am the gambler wanting something bad like your amazing talents in bed. I find myself secretly checking my phone at night, looking at your texts. Scared but intrigued to open them like Pandora's box. I know that when I open your texts, a bomb of temptation, flirty emojis and sexual pictures will emerge. I fight back though. I return the late night texts back with flirty emojis, sometimes pictures. This war between us will continue until you finally send the "come over" and I reply with an On my way.

As much as I crave your sex, your kisses, your sneaky way of making me laugh, I know that I am also carrying the heart of my lover. An innocent, faithful one. That if she found out the news between us, will crush it (her heart). Turning the vital organ black and cold, forever making her future partner(s), a long stressful battle to win her love back. I am a good human and I know that you are too. So let's agree that we know these enchanting sexual pleasures between us, are actually a wicked one. Almost like a positioned apple or a cursed heirloom. And because of this, this I need to drop you... because you really are just my side piece (my curse).