Sexual Guilt Blues
I'm...between...a rock and a hard place;
Which one is you? Oh, no matter, blame it on the
Sexual guilt blues. Got your card in my pocket
And your face in my head, not to mention
Your imprint on my unmade bed from last night--
Last night should never have happened!
Last night was a shot in the dark.
It doesn't compute; maybe that's because
I'm not software, not soft where you got me
There, between a rock and a hard place--
I know the signs: the cute little stories and the flattering
Lines, like "Baby, you're the best" repeated into the night,
But I loved to watch you say it so I left on the light,
Last night--Last night should never have happened!
Last night was a deviation from the norm--
These developing deviations keep me up the next night,
So here I am true to form, between a rock and a
Hard place...which one is me? Was I the one
Who invited you so wantonly? Or was it just a dare?
But a dare in these times provides a risk that runs
Along parallel lines; I guess no one is safe
From the terrible things that the heart and horniness
Inevitably bring--We're not software, we're hardware
Of the softest kind; because we'd all go crazy if we
Lived in our minds; but last night--
Last night should never have happened!
Last night I was shallow, and you know
How I was...Why explain it? You never can tell...
When you'll get between a rock and a
© Alan Reade, 2011
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