When the light crept in over me,
my breath stopped up in a half gasp,
choked on my fear, was it just a weird dream?
The fact we had no clothes on
says otherwise.

Oh my.
What a messed up, war inducing **** up.
Sleeping with you was not an option,
until fifteen drinks in your hand was on my leg.

Shivering, bent over the bed and screaming,
doing bad things we shouldn't have been doing,
if anyone found out we'd be in big,
big trouble. I can't even tell if it was worth risking.

You kind of repulse me,
getting off on how ****** it would be,
and it's scary how the guilt wouldn't stop me
from letting you touch me again.