An old Southern Sayin," When Ya see to women walkin hand in hand, one's after the other's man!" It be true in this Soul Transference poem!

Jane is my best friend,
I am always been there for her, through thick and thin.
She is married and suspects her husband is havin an affair,
Jane comes to me for comfort, cause she knows I care.
Sadly her marriage is ending and I've just met the love of my life,
The only flaw in my happiness, is he has a wife.
My time with him is precious, our meetings are few,
Jane calls at all hours, askin me what she should do.
Sometimes she interrupts a love session in my bed,
I give advice, while my lover's ardent love making is drivin me outta my head!
While I'm experiencing the " Little Death", I still have time for Jane,
For I want to comfort her and ease her pain!
Two faces have I, his mistress and Jane's loyal friend,
I have satisfied both their needs at day's end.
Poor Jane is so tortured, wondering who the other woman can be,
As I dry her tears, I sigh, cause the other woman is me.