My Love Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

My beautiful seductress,
you are my secret concubine;
the world unsuspecting
goes on
day in, day out, unaware.
They
will pay the prices
when bills are not paid;
houses and jobs are lost
lives and relationships are ruined.
They
will weep tears of despair
fearing they might be at fault;
guilt may drive them to help
for it is a sad story indeed.
In our besotted mutual adoration
we devour one another as always;
shut out everything and everyone
else around us.
We do not care or bother,
we have each other
and it is enough;
drink up my love
fill my cup
you are all I need.