I have a man. I love my man.

I love the way he hugs me and tells me he loves me.

I love his eyes and his snow white skin.

I love the way he kisses, so soft and so sweet.

I love my man.

But then there’s him. The other guy. He’s not my man.

Everytime I see him, I get so nervous and my heart flutters.

Why?  

He too has pale skin but his is soft and his face is smooth.

He has a dark and brooding presence,

But I have been lucky to see his bright smile.

Whenever he’s sad, I want to hug him and hold him and make him feel better.

Is that wrong? No. I mean. He’s a friend.

A friend who I wish would put his arms around me.

A friend who I wish would say he loves me.

A friend who I wish would kiss me softly like my man does.

I will never act on these feelings.

No. Never.

I’m totally in love with the guy I’m with and I promise to be faithful

As for my brain….it is totally unfaithful.

I am faithfully unfaithful.