the other woman

the other woman is just that. she is the one who makes you feel inadequate once in a while or perhaps even a bit more than that; the one who makes you wonder how? and why? the one who makes your imagination run wild with the words he might have whispered in the ears that should have been yours. perhaps the other woman had a perkier butt and fuller breasts or maybe she was a fox in bed-but you mean i wasn't a vixen enough?

he says he chooses you and you choose to believe him- but how much can you trust?

i thought the other woman was a non-issue and for the most part that's what she has been-but just about once a day i see a blonde girl i don't know walking in the office and my heart skips a beat in fear that she might be the other woman.