Vacation of Guile

Today...
I received a three-letter word
In a one word letter,
and it simply said

Why?

Do you slay me?
Constantly penetrate me with angelic words that glide off lips that
Pillows are envious of,
Roses covet, and velvet is appalled by

Why?

Do you fill my vulnerable ears with half truths,
And false hopes,
And erection, erecting vibrations
And lust encrusted melodies,
My eardrums ringing from the sound of your erotic whispers,
Why...do you...slay me?

I gave up all hopes of being your lover,
As I already had one of my own,
Well actually a soon-to-be mother of my own
And my home?
I let you invade like an angry storm, like a Southern storm
With hail-sized rain and winds that only match the speed of lightning,
and thunder that roars five times the sound of my moans
As you welcome me
You, seduce me

Included me in your auto erotic dances,
Asserting that it takes two, to tango

And I,
Willingly,
Privileged,
Entranced,
and dotingly escaped inside you
Victim to you,

My Femme Fatale

And my other, is getting suspicious
Passwords encrypted,
and jealous of my shirt collar because it doesn't bare her lipstick.
I've been evicted from my true Love's heart,
and I owe it all...to you.

Faded, nostalgic images as I take flight and land on your island
It reminds me of my honeymoon,
Except this
This
Is a guilty vacation

An endless sensation of sceneries that I knew not of,
Of oceans that run deep,
Of waterfalls that soak sheets,
And laughs that smile back at me,
It's like I never knew happiness

The curves of my mouth only match the wrinkles of my eyes
My soul has been discovered,
and my passions out of hibernation
All because of this guilty vacation

Still,
I am honored to be your expatriate
To learn life,
And love,
And truth,
And me.

To be encouraged to dream
Encouraged to laugh,
Encouraged to feel,
Encouraged to, make love.

Why can't I leave here?

Rhetorical are my inquiries,
Because honestly, I want to stay
And discover this island
To bask in this vacation,
To forget my first life,
and remember my true soul

To trek your terrain,
To find my passions in your eyes,
Peace in your warmth,
and pleasure in your frame,
I hope my flight is delayed,
I'm too comfortable here,
My paradise,
My second life,
Addicted to you,

My guilty vacation