19 May 2012
Slowly she gets dressed
Her hair a tousled mess
Glancing at her reflection
Her deceit is perfection
So good at lying she is
They flow out of her lips
A finger strokes her thigh
She breathes a heavy sigh
For now she has to leave
Heavy she begins to breathe
The longing she can't control
Onto the bed they roll
Pangs of guilt surface
Try to quench their bliss
Together they simply ignore
That she's his sister in law
They had to have each other
Regardless of his brother
Nor the hurt it may bring
Together their bodies sing
The love making over
He kisses her shoulder
Gently strokes her cheek
Same time, same place, next week
The Biggest Deceit • Opuss № I