My heart trembled immorally as she undressed.
While slowly removing her stockings she smiled,
and foxily met my haunted, bewitched gaze.

"Isn't this your dream?", she seductively inquired.
Reckoning with my wicked sin I unwillingly yielded.

Lust had consumed us both, corrupting us.
Entranced she fell into my arms, moaning.

"I can't", teary-eyed I objected to no avail.
Stunned and dismayed she gathered her resentful self.
"I thought you wanted me", she objected.

I can't, couldn't, and wouldn't.
Could you?