Undercover Lover (Loving a player)

He is a hue of many colors. Taking up

different forms and embracing various

acts with a fleeting passion draped all

over his hands to absorb her nakedness

while also concealing his shady identity.

 

 

His voice is smooth and mellifluous.

A sweet melody to her ears, a rhythm

resonating with the sound of musical

instruments. Feeding her with marinated

lies and empty promises. Telling her what

she needs to hear. Doing all the things he

should to keep her happy and satisfied.

Extra sacrifices to keep her mind safe and

her carnal fortress next to his fort.

 

 

Player logic: Trust me. I will give you

whatever you want, I’ll fuck you good.

 

His love is equivalent to a rare mental illness

providing over the counter prescriptions to

reduce pain but with no remedy. A disease

slowly eating up her mind and heart but

providing only painkillers for temporary relief

at the midnight hour.

 

 

He is a fly by night taking up the role of an

undercover cop, a dedicated lover by day

accentuated by disappearing acts. Quick to

hide traces of his movements, conceal

personal information and delete any

information leading to him. Living the life

of a shape shifter, a moving contradiction

filled with controversies and hidden scandals.

A secret well guarded in a shady love affair.

 

 

She doesn’t need to know about his personal

life because he provides the perfect illusion

of sufficiency, loyalty and providence that

makes her believe that he is genuine.

He doesn’t want her to meet any of his friends,

colleagues and family because they will blow up

his cover and expose him.

 

 

See, he wasn’t inclined to woo her. His love was

only a temporary residence in her heart, a figment

of her imagination. His loyalty was equivalent to

the life span of a fruit fly as he bought time with

affection and lured her into his trap. He destroyed

any vestiges of emotion and burnt down her fortress

with lies, deceit and games. Leaving her confused,

paranoid, heartbroken and seething for him.

 

Wondering what she did wrong and blaming

herself for all the mistakes.

Mistakes she could have avoided if she had taken

time to get to know him.

Not just the edges of his carnal fort but his heart,

soul and mind.

She fell in Love with an undercover lover whose

rent is now over and he must leave.

 

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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