Silk.

In the folds of my dress I smell your deceit.
On the edge of your bed, on the brink of despair,
Just a body. Justifiable. You did not cheat.

I hold my knees to my nose, feel the cold of my feet
And repress a shiver in the morning air.
In the folds of my dress I smell your deceit.

I pull at your duvet retrieving the heat
Of your skin against mine. Fingers through hair.
Just a body, justifiable, you did not cheat.

I hope that you'll turn and smile something sweet,
Pass me the night, acknowledge I was there.
But in the folds of my dress, I smell your deceit. 

I admitted defeat.
You brandished your sword with a gentleman's flair.
I'm just a body. Justifiable. You did not cheat.

Holding the door, you show me the street.
Turning I leave and you stand and you stare.
In the folds of my dress I smell your deceit.
Just a body. Justifiable. You did not cheat.