Woman On the Side

I am the mistress, the woman that every man wants between his sheets to relieve the pressure of their everyday qualms even if only for a moment. One mans solace in my own solitude. This has been an ongoing thing until quite frankly I've forgotten how to be anything else.

Did things start out this way? Of course not.

Life started with its usual wonderful beginnings; my own man and living my own dream. Living my own dream until I was wrapped in the returning whirlwind of my first lover, the longest love I have yet to experience. He was the one that set me on this course. I can't seem to leave, not even now, even after I know what is better for me. Although I know he has a life outside of me, one that doesn't even include me, I have enweaved him within my soul. Our immoral relationship suddenly became more important to me than my other relationships. I left my good man for an untrustworthy man I never had and never will have.

Then another affair came and yet another, with each affair gaining more complexity than the last. I've mastering the art of being a mistress, a so-called best friend and a part-time lover. Late night meetings, hushed silence when the misses calls, asking no questions only offering answers to a man’s yearning. Antidotes that usually lie between my legs but often time lie within my heart. My affairs can't leave me alone because I am the perfect woman that no one wants legitimately; an open pair of legs, an eager mouth, closed tongue and a foolish heart for everyone’s feeling but my own.

Men don't want me as a reality, so I'm still living in a dream.