It Felt Wrong

It felt wrong.

Lying there, in my car

Our legs intertwined

My clothes strewn about.

You thought it was perfection.

So I played the part.

Never missing an entrance.

Gasping and moaning on my cues.

Kissing and biting when needed,

But inside, nothing was right.

What you thought was pleasure,

Was really pain to me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told a sad story. Willingness and knowing the act is wrong leave us in a sad situation. I liked the honest tone and true emotions expressed in the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote