Lucky 8
I still adore this man who was my lover,
his dark smoldering intensity and his blazing kiss.
He had charisma that seduced me into his abyss,
but soon I found discomfort- dreadful things I did discover.
For eight long years he hid a secret life from me!
He was a paragon, a handsome, charming, perfect man,
and from pulchritude, physical beauty and charm- I ran;
the revelation- he was married- and still, I f l e e . . .
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July 6, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Lucky 8
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1038-686-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rhyme Time 5- Lucky 8
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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