Shedding the peel of last night’s encounter Memories reel back and turn up louder I stuff my fingers in my ears to stifle the sound I shut my eyes closed to escape the images abound The subtle rays expose my **** body There laid clothes rumpled and left shoddy How. Can. I Run. When Run Can’t be Done. A film played in my filthy, scummy mind. Of the deed I did that was much out of line. A man, a stranger: An eerie ol’ bloke I let him in, I let him in and out with a stroke It was inebriation! A combination of trepidation & degradation. I didn’t feel love or even a sense of company But I felt hated, hatefucked when he was in me.
Ahh, the guilty moment women experience from waking up after a one-night stand. I personally have never had a one-night stand, but I can tell ya---I've been around a few women who have. And some (not all) find it ultimately embarrassing.