Where have my moral values gone?

Have I forgotten them, just for fun?

Why am I still here?

He’s not in love with me, he made it clear.

It wasn’t like this when we started, I wasn’t like this; so cold-hearted.

Lust, passion and his skin against mine made me care, but it was too late; my rival was already there.

Unfortunately I was unable to walk out, sex and just sex is what this relationship is based about.

I don’t want to be the lover who can only yearn to have him here, in his relationship I don’t want to interfere.

But I’m afraid I did my part and for lament is now too late, I fell in love and it just hurts that I am only the bed-mate.

What can I do I cannot flee I just despise being alone, I know he’s mine just partially my arms will never be his home.

I never thought that I would be the mistress of a man, does she suspect all about me, when she holds his hand?

Because my flesh stuck to all his finger tips, I wonder if she can tell that someone else has kissed his lips.

Mother would cry if she ever got to know, and remind me why father had to go.

And now I am a mistress and I should be ashamed, what now begins to grow inside me only has his name.

Forgive me unknown woman “we” will not cause you any hell, and forgive me dearest love but you belong to someone else.

So I will depart; I promise very soon, sorry you won’t get to see, the child in my womb.