She

I fucked up...
I wasn't supposed to be here.
You were not supposed to invite me to apartment,
Strip, and begin slowly licking me like I was the last strawberry eclair on earth.
Wait...
We weren't supposed to be on that date.
I wasn't supposed to get bored waiting,
You shouldn't have been bating me with your size too small boy shorts and tank top.
Stop...
I should've waited till she came home.
I could have been in my own place,
Wasting the moments till she returned from work.
No...
I was tired of looking at my four walls.
Tired of checking my cell for missed calls that were really never missed,
Pissed I rose from bed, dressed and headed to your abode.
Don't...
Lay here at her doorstep waiting for her return.
I told myself, words falling on bleeding ears,
I heard her tears and knocked on the door.
Leave...
She replied, I sighed knowing that I was going nowhere.
She answered the door, we conversed, we left and got a bite to eat.
She left me no room to speak taking me as if I were the woman and she the man.
And it wasn't her final quaking scream of extacy that I saw you staring at
Me...