In this scenario, I am the other woman.Undeveloped breasts that men can’t helpbut to gasp in...

In this scenario, I am the other woman.
Undeveloped breasts that men can’t help
but to gasp in awe over. He came up to me
today, his hands clasped together,
almost like he was in the middle of a prayer;
begging God to allow me to surrender
to his ultimate sophistication. I laughed
loud enough for everyone around us to hear.
I tell him that my body is not a convenient store.
That I am not here for his pleasure; I am not
here for him to betray the love of someone
who has appreciated him for years. But he
doesn’t care, and to tell you the truth,
neither do I.