The Mistress

The Mistress

A Poem by youngpoet98
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This is my attempt at a prose poem. A man goes to an event to meet his mistress, but things don't go as planned.

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The electricity in the room preludes the magic that resides. My arms tingle from the shock of what I see with my own eyes. I can sense the power fleeting from person to the next. I can hear the whispers bleeding through the air with solemn breaths. Then I see her, my beautiful mistress. Just as haughty as a woman could be. Hair tied back in a ponytail, and red high heels upon her feet. My heart starts pounding, beating loudly, as our love does now connect. I feign a chuckle and a smile ‘cause she’s just all around perfect. My beloved, would you care to share a dance upon the floor? I’m sorry dear, but loving you has just become too much a chore. As I stand there with my passion dripping poison through my core. Then I stand there, watching, waiting, through the entry’s hallway door. I shall wait and take her home no matter if she does agree. Because I can’t accept the fact that she does not belong to me. 

© 2018 youngpoet98


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Added on January 8, 2018
Last Updated on January 8, 2018
Tags: Mistress, cheating, event, kidnap, love, rejection, hate

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youngpoet98
youngpoet98

whites creek, TN



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My name is Kayla and I enjoy all things creative. I usually write poems and stories though. I recently started college and I am still not sure what I want to do yet. Right now, all I know is that I wa.. more..

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