The Cardinal

I can see you looking.
You’re pretending that you aren’t because the ring on my finger
is glinting a red light.
A reflection of the scarlet woman in me.

You’re already imagining what you’d do given half the chance,
My crimson silhouette is almost impossibly smooth –
Am I even wearing underwear?

It’s one of those things,
Three bottles of beer can make you forget about the minister,
Vows are made to be broken, friendships are made to be ruined.

Alone at last.
A happy accident.
An experimental kiss.
And like clutching the wires of an electric fence we stick,
Hands unable to resist each other.

Guilty lies shed feathers of crimson on your floor
Sinful is my chosen throne as my legs spread over your welcoming form
Immoral are the things I whisper in the throes of ecstasy.

Eyes of innocence when we sneak away
from our clandestine meeting. No-one knows.

I can’t wait for next time.



© Velma Velvet and affairsofthemindpoetry, 2018


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