Oh, what a home wrecker I am!
I am a slut, a whore, a seductress,
While he remains a typical man.
I lured him into my sinful trap,
Took advantage of his emotional state,
Robbed him of any choice he had.
No, he didn’t come running to me.
He didn’t beg for my unconditional love.
No, that just could not be.
I was just a cheap little slut.
Jessica Bieg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-other-woman-2/
