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Holy

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Out of volleyball games

and you’re breathing heavy.

Our age isn’t like it used to be,

where we could run and do everything.

You’re sweaty and a mess,

and I haven’t got the kids to bed.

I’ve been working so hard and getting home so late.

I’m tired and I’m sore.

But that’s the last thing on my mind.

I want to be your…

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Calves looking so tight.

Visible strength in those legs.

I holler at you 

during every baseball game.

When you’re helping teach our son

how to run the bases.

I’m just in awe

and want to touch faces.

Swing that bat my way,

I’m ready for a home run today.

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I’m forever addicted to you.

Got no shame in my game,

I’ve only got eyes for you.

You bring me to my knees.

I can barely breathe.

This is inappropriate,

but we’re married,

so it’s holy, 

right?

Take me to the kitchen

and bend me over the counter tonight.

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You could say I’m obsessed…

With the way he smells and his casual dress.

It’s not a fancy cologne,

baby it’s free,

that’s just his pheromones.

And I don’t care,

what they say about us.

You’re always on my mind 

and I can’t get

enough.

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I’m forever addicted to you.

Got no shame in my game,

I’ve only got eyes for you.

You bring me to my knees.

I can barely breathe.

This is inappropriate,

but we’re married,

so 

it’s holy, 

right?

Take me to the kitchen

and bend me over the counter tonight.

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I’ve seen you in a conference room.

Leading your team like the way I want to lead you.

You work tirelessly,

you put all that energy,

into your growing company,

and baby that’s alright.

I’ll take care of you tonight.

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I’m forever addicted to you.

Got no shame in my game,

I’ve only got eyes for you.

You bring me to my knees.

I can barely breathe.

This is inappropriate,

but we’re married,

so 

it’s holy, 

right?

Take me to the kitchen

and bend me over the counter tonight.

Lust or Love?

Lust or love? I think to myself.

A repetitive cycle that I’m trying to break. 

Never have I seen two things,

consistently mistaken for one another.

I’ve been told I’m loved, just to fuck.

I’ve been told I’m wanted, just to be turned away.

It’s not my heart that’s the object of your affection.

It’s my body.

Lust or love? I’m asking you this.

You can be honest with me, I will not shy away.

I think I deserve to know,

but I’m afraid you will tell me another lie.

I’ve been told I’m hot, just to fuck.

I’ve been told I’m needed, just to be turned away.

Either way you manipulate the words, it’s saddening.

Now, I’m broken.

Lust or love? Still, one in the same.

Your words have become as meaningless as my self worth.

A pity; not surprising.

You took my body, and still left my heart behind.

I’ve been told I’m more than enough.

I’ve been told I’m damaged, not worthy of pursuit. 

The line has now been blurred, between these two different words.

Because of you.