Regret

His hands are on my skin,

Searching, curious.

Brushing lightly over sensitive areas,

Bordering on furious.

 

Temptation builds up deep inside

As clothes are torn away.

This isn’t how I want us,

But that’s one thing I can’t say.

 

My lips fumble around words

That are trying to get through;

“No, we can’t; we shouldn't.”

But they’re stopped by something new.

 

A part of me is taking over

Saying yes, moving forward,

Becoming dominant,

Leaving the old me cornered.

 

Looking away, to my side,

I see Innocence standing there.

Her eyes, filled with concern,

Are lit with only care.

 

I reach out, grasp her hand,

And beg her not to go.

But she can’t stay, not anymore,

This I already know.