<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Secret Lover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the lover of my brother’s wife, <br>Said Jane; we sit and talk when he’s <br>Away at work. I love the way she sits <br>And the sound of her voice, the sparkle <br>In her eyes when the room lights capture, <br>Breathe in her scent when we draw near. <br>I touch her hand to feel her pulse, sense <br>The blood race beneath her skin, her fingers <br>Clutching the glass of wine she’s poured, <br>The way her other hand rests upon my knee. <br>She is the object of my dreams, the subject <br>Of my thoughts and sight; she sleeps beside <br>Me in my bed at night, sometimes imagined <br>Often for real when her husband’s away. <br>She is the sun of my body’s planet, the moon <br>That lights up my dark in a universe of doubt <br>And deep depression. She is my guide through <br>Dante’s Hell, my lover behind my brother’s back, <br>The one who covers me in kisses, who puts her <br>Tongue where my tongue dwells. We embrace <br>Like vines about each other, our fingers touch <br>The contours of our flesh, trace out the features <br>Of each others’ face. We make love now and then <br>On my brother’s bed, my head upon his pillow, <br>My spilt juices where his have laid, my body <br>Brought to the highest passion, brought to life <br>And the hottest love by my brother’s wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528038" data-title="The Secret Lover de Terry Collett" data-description="I am the lover of my brother’s wife, Said Jane; we sit and talk when he’s Away at work. I love the way she sits And the sound of her voice, the sparkle In her eyes when the room lights capture, Breathe in her scent when we draw near. I t..."></div> </div> </div>

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