Did you forget the words you said?
Or has Mr T. Caused you amnesia?
Legs so straight,
Melanin sparkling
Lips so seductive
In him, you saw your spec
Nothing else could count.
So, you let him
There goes the best acrobatics of our time
Cleavages cupped by his masculine fingers
Your hips gave way to the best rhythms
After all was done,
Guilt overwhelmed you,
because once again you have fallen.
You found solace in your best quote:
Tell no one,
else you will be branded an hypocrite.
