Other woman

He and I are sitting a talking. He doesn’t tell me everything I want to hear, instead he tells me the truth. He tells me I’ve always been on his mind, but he cant help the fact that I’m forbidden. He thinks about my lips and my kiss wanting to know what it’s like. I turnto kiss him and it’s the perfect first. Not wet and all over, but ideal. We layas if we belong together. His phone rings and it’s her. He has to leave, but not before promising me that it’ll be over soon. I never wanted to be the one to say and believe “ He’ll leave her for me.” Yet here I am, stuck in the position of the other woman.