The Mistress of Morgan

The thought of the second woman begins fore-play Oath of matrimony becoming sandy clay. So sexy is this goddess that her soft words give a massage on her shadow, men lay down their badge. Romance seems tastiest when sick his wife, now relegated as the side chick. She covers her flesh for the seen to magnify the unseen then his senses fight his heart just to be mean. A welcoming body, stylish, seductive and polite a soul tranquilizer, feeding his appetite with nutritive delight. A call from his number one, his changed face in need of a stitch a simple tap from his number two, he changes back the switch. Her open thighs on his, makes enemies want to date his neck, embraced by her breasts, give men an envious template. His eyes meet hers for a continuous swearing in and every of their meeting immediately requires a guest inn. Legally far apart, not even her maiden name is Morgan but every bit of her, enchants him, even from hidden organs. Invested enough to demand him in full, not in part he agrees to this new life, but with his wife for a fresh start. For the poetry contest "Double Expsure" Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann.