The High Cost of Infidelity

That last shot of brandy

pushed me over the edge

Into this fiery abyss
of unbridled debauchery

A prelude to an interlude
that finds me in a strange bed

with my partner in moral crime

now just
a spent lump under the sheets

The reality of my dilemma

starts to roll around
in my pounding head

How to account
for my fornication time
while I was violating
my sacred vows?

Weighing options

Crafting alibis

Plausibility of the lies

Impossible to sell

Truth is too hard

Consequences to pay

Darkness yields to light

I did succumb
to the temptations
of the night

No more rationalizations

Time to pay the price
for my pleasure vice

and chew
the bitter pill
of poison adultery



About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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