Scent of musk
Undulating in my nostrils,
Somehow I know it’s not mine.
Pretend that you have been faithful,
Infidelity is so unbecoming on you.
Cautious smiles flirt across your face.
I know that you know that I know the truth;
Only denial seems much less painful.
Now for the encore.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~