imagine her sin…
rebellion to a stagnant life…
her hand on his thigh
deeply desired again
by a man…
an acceptable act of necessity
****
public masquerade aside,
an unlocked tryst…without fear
her openness, his infatuation …
careful to anonymity
he pleasures silently
in open view
****
her nails pierce his back…
the renewed sensuality…
as her tightened pelvis
grips him inside her…
she’s outside the marriage
****
their breath regains rhythm
they join the couples back
at the table…
**
an event of obligation and
not punishment…
he the better lover
not her husband
*
she loves them both…
Robert A. Williams
