Remorse
Beside the wilted candle,
a memory lies in dust.
The smell of love long past,
is all that's left of lust.
A rumpled robe lies scattered,
slippers looking for feet.
A pair of scarlet panties
hide beneath the seat.
It felt so right last night,
the music played a beat.
He said "I Love you baby"
and whisked me off my feet.
We danced and laughed
we bought another round.
I looked into his eyes,
I knew what I had found.
My thoughts were running wild,
our passion filled the air.
Large hands that were so gentle,
soon led to an affair.
The smell of sweat and stale cologne
now permeate the room.
The lust that passed for passion,
gone,in the morning gloom.
I leave before he lifts his head,
he was quite sweet to me.
My conscience pricks,as I depart,
am I a whore?
I don't agree.
I never knew his name,
he didn't ask me mine.
A number, faded on my hand,
this passion lost in time.
