Secret Addictions

When the nights dreams
ride my mind like a wild stallion.
The sweat on my neck in tune
with the rapid beating of my heart.
I leave you lay asleep in peaceful dream.
Slipping silently from our bed
passing the sleeping children.
Quietly I sit in the window seat
and watch the night shadows playing.
I pour a glass of whiskey letting
it burn its familiar trail down my throat.
Exploding in fire 
that fuels my engines.
I wait for her to appear again
The beautiful apparition of the angel
of desire.
Her wings broken
and her lips glossy red
the cleavage of her breast heaving.
Ready to kiss me and take me.
She has followed me from a boy.
From barroom to dance hall.
Her painted lips and breast calling me.
Unable to resist her I come again.
All my fighting the guilt was in vain.
I reach for her torn reds lips
and submit.It is my sin… I cannot confess..
borne in silence from deep within
my flawed soul.It is the need
that your loving quietness
but cannot silence.
I go once again to her wanton sirens call.
Willingly like a child to its mother.
She soaks my heat with soft breezes
and cools my needs
I down the rest the whisky in a swallow.
In a raging fire on my scalded throat
I am reminded that one day
One final moment of exposure.
You will see me for the imposter I am.
And there will be the devil to pay.