I do not want your man
But if you take mine, that’s fine

I neither conflate, nor do I equate
relationship with ownership

If your man wants to stray
And I feel the need to play, I’ll do it anyway

Don't look to me and stew
You’re ready to fight and go on stink

I’m probably not the only woman he’s “talking” to

Take your grievances to him
I don’t recall making commitments to you

When I’m done, you can have him back

He might be good for a tryst
Not someone I’d build a life with
Can you see? You’re safe with me

But likely, I won’t be the last woman you encounter

Aren’t you accustomed to
     - wife, hubby and lover
     -- plus how many others

Maybe he’s at one a day — or two
And then there is you

In my halcyonic life
Whether matie or wife
I refuse to deal with strife

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