John Deville

John Deville

 

John Deville was a friend of mine

He got married in the spring

When the cats lay sleeping in the yard

And the lorikeets would sing

And my friend’s wife was a younger one

More attractive than any other

And John Deville her husband

He really truly loved her

 

He had bad news of his mother

She had passed away

And the funeral was to be over seas

 

So John Deville two days later

Had his boarding pass for the plane

And I stood there at the airport

Next to his dear wife and we did wave

As we walked back to the car

John Deville’s wife began to cry

For the loss of her mother in law

And I held her body close to mine

 

 And it was a warm embrace

I could feel her body shake

And I want to help her feel better

 

Now I walk through her house

And I try not make a squeak

But no matter how soft I touch the ground

The floorboards they do creek

And I turned the handle of her door

And slipped into the room

Her face lays on the pillow

Lit only by the moon

 

And I hold my breath not to wake her

And I’ll stay a little while

And then I slip into the covers

 

She could feel my skin against hers

Knowing fully that it was me

She pulled me by the arm

And placed it on her naked body

I started to feel her every move

With my hand between her legs

And before I knew it I had mounted her

Giving kisses on her neck

 

And it was a magic feeling

To be with my best friend’s wife

And she asked will you come back tomorrow?

 

So I came back night after night

Creeping through the house of John Deville

And the more I went something bothered me

Like the devil followed close at my heels

On one evening as the devil followed me

Where my friend’s wife and I were to be alone

I could hear the creaking of the floor boards

A thought shoot through me, was my friend home?

 

And she told me not to worry

We still had a couple of days

And to keep going with what I was doing

 

And then to my surprise the door opened up

The light came flooding into the room

I saw the silhouette of John Deville

My friend had come home too soon