Unfaithful

Her hair was silky,
Waves of auburn and fire.
She felt his gaze,
She felt his desire.

Turning around,
Her hand touched her leg,
Miles of skin,
She smiled as he begged.

Her scarlet lips turned up,
As she watched her pathetic prey.
The power was exhilarating,
What a fun little game.

She sent him a wink,
With her emerald eyes.
And arched a delicate brow,
As she saw through all his lies.

A man with a family,
A man with a wife.
And yet here he stood,
In front of her tonight.

She trailed a finger,
Right down his chest.
Her lips reached his ear,
But she whispered instead.

His eyes grew wide,
With desperation and greed.
"Turn around and look,
Your wife is standing free."