I AM YOUR CUCKOLD

In the shadowy realm of your desires, unfurled,
I stand as the silent, the unsung hero of your world.
Your cuckold, I am, the keeper of your flame,
A participant in your passion’s secret game.

My heart may ache, my soul may burn,
As I watch you with another man you yearn.
But in this dance of love, so twisted and profane,
I find a strange, perverse joy that’s hard to explain.

My love for you is vast, a boundless sea,
Where your infidelity is the key to our decree.
You strut with him, so proud and bold,
While I, the cuck, am left to hold
The remnants of our love, now turned to lust,
As you lay with him, I know it’s a must.

The whispers of your moans in the midnight air,
Echo through the walls, an agonizing snare.
Yet, I am drawn to the sounds of your pleasure,
A voyeur in a theater of treasure.

With every thrust, every kiss, every touch,
Your betrayal becomes our shared clutch.
For in the cuckold’s role, there’s a power untold,
Of being the one who can watch and behold.

The gleaming sweat, the entangled limbs,
The sultry whispers, the rhythmic hymns,
These are the sights and sounds that feed
The hunger deep inside, a masochistic creed.

I am the canvas for your art of love,
Where your adulterous brush, my heart does shove.
Each stroke, each tender, fiery line,
Draws a picture of ecstasy, so divine.

And when the night has had its fill,
And he retreats to the shadows, so still,
You crawl back to me, your eyes aglow,
With tales of passion that I’ve never known.

You whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Of how he made you feel, so queer.
And in that moment, I am there,
Living through your words, your secret affair.

Our love, a masquerade of lust and pain,
Where you are the queen, and I, the cuck, remain.
Yet, in this dance of deceit and bliss,
We find a bond that nothing can dismiss.

For in the cuckold’s embrace, we’re truly one,
Bound by a love that’s never undone.
So, let the world judge, let them cast their stone,
In our twisted tale, we’ve found a throne.

Through the looking glass, I see us clear,
A reflection of love that others fear.
But here we stand, hand in hand,
In the land of the cuckold, forever we’ll yearn.

For this is our love, so wild and free,
Where jealousy and pain are what we’ll be.
A symphony of lust, a ballet of three,
Our love, a masterpiece for all to see.

So, in your arms, another man may lie,
Yet, it’s me you’ll always deny.
For I am the cuck, the unsung sigh,
In the erotic tapestry of our lives, so high.

And when the day turns into night,
And all is still, but the sound of your plight,
I am the one who holds you tight,
Your devoted cuck, forever in the fight.

In this love triangle, so taboo,
Where two become one, and one turns two,
I am the foundation, the glue,
The silent cuck, forever true.