His Mystery
It was not cheating,

Since he was discreet

And kept his affair

Secret and seperate.

His wife never felt

Even an inclination

Of the presence

Of another woman.

One relation never

Overlapped the other,

So the need for suspicion

Had never risen in her.

While she maintained her role

Of tending to his household,

Raising their three children,

And general home economics.

He kept her contented,

Happy, and secure.

Loving her as much

As the other woman.

Her name was Mystery

His mistress and delight.

An instant stress reliever,

And sensual aching pleasure.

She was the other part

Of the best of both worlds.

When, to have and to hold

Was unleashed in her presence.

Never overstepping bounds

That guided them along

Through to filling the needs

In each other like nothing else.

It couldn’t be infidelity

Though a bit candlestine.

His wife was lovely at best,

But his Mystery was divine.
Ria 2016