I should have know, when you walked in the door
that tonight was going to be different.
You gathered me in your arms and held me so tight
whispering in my ear.
‘Baby I am sorry, it was out of my control’
I know that within the logic of my brain
but with the need comes desire and it must be fed.
I loose myself in your warm embrace, feeling safe and secure
you lips meet mine, possessing, devouring
Taking what is yours.
I should have known when we first did meet
that you were going to be trouble
But I set that aside and gave myself over,
to the feelings and the desires.
I writhed beneath your hands, your body
for you consumed me with your heat
and right than and there, I knew you were going to be trouble