Unfaithful
Thoughts begin to churn,
In the daily cycle.
Forever one track minded,
Hypnotically visions dance about seductively.
Challenging sanity to face desire,
The sinful path beckons all.
Only the strong will stand fast,
Weak ones will be drawn to it,
As iron to a magnet.
It appears as a thrilling secret,
Appealing to those who crave adventure.
Beginning as deep wondrous breath,
Across the wrong shell like.
Two minds with the same visions,
Can corrupt and conjure a false life.
Working late on the office desk,
Taking an energetic jog under a park bench.
Living the separate life of a bachelor,
Is a thrill to the mindless swine.
The best of both worlds,
Leaving mind and body feeling shaken.
Suspicion causes the lives to cross,
Now it is no longer a secret.
To deny is admitting adultery,
Friendship does not occur between the sheets.
By Becky Clemett - 4th April 1999
Wealth
The covetous male,
Always acting the fool,
While out with friends,
Playing golf or pool.
Yet sitting alone,
In am expensive room,
Is his sweetheart love;
Missing only her groom.
With his charming ways,
And his shiny red BMW,
Look out for him girls,
He will try to woo you!
Once he was a shy quiet lad,
With dreams of reaching the top,
Now he has got there,
His personality is a flop.
No longer has he boyish charm,
Or dashing good looks, that please,
The pretty young ladies, he tries to caress,
Are after his wallet, so they tease.
Left alone day and night,
He is now without a wife,
Wishing that someone would save him,
Sending him back to his old life.
By Becky Clemett - 21st May 1999
Temptation
A voice in the dark,
From out of the blue,
Came the face of a man,
I felt like I knew.
His youth was amazing,
His eyes were so bright;
My heart began racing,
In the still of the night.
Firstly I felt warmth,
Then came carnal desire,
As my mind began to float,
Taking me now even higher.
Numbers were exchanged,
The act was now done.
Why did I feel like this,
Could he be the one?
Limping my conscious home,
I slump on the side,
I could tell no-one,
My love would have cried.
Will I now call him,
The youth from the dark?
An affair is so serious,
Not a walk in the park!
By Becky Clemett - 6th September 2000
My Affair
I miss you so much,
It makes my heart divide,
The warmth of your touch,
Memories hidden inside.
The last time we met,
I hurt you so deep,
I have not said sorry,
For fear I will weep.
I need to see you now,
To tell you I care,
Kiss your warm brow,
Finish this affair.
By Becky Clemett - 7th September 2000
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