In

But it's not quite right,

Too quick and shallow,

Chest feels hollow,

And everything is too loud.

Just an over reaction,

Why not just stay calm,

It was a simple touch

Not meant to cause harm

Out

But it still burns on flesh,

Too unexpected,

Wouldn't move when rejected,

And dug in deeper

In

Feel dirty

Need to leave and

They're staring at me

Stiff

Want to move

Can't bring it to be

Out

Too shaky

Where's safety?

Just want somewhere private.

In

Nowhere

Just run

Find the closest thing

Out

But outside is too much

In

And inside is too full

Out

These eyes on me are heavy

In

This all is cruel

Out

Just want it

In

To stop

Out

Please

In

Just

We had reservations for a nice restaurant in town,

But, by the time we got there

The place had burned down.

You turned back to me and said “Don’t you worry there, my dear.

We’ll head on back to my place

And grab us some beer.”

So back into the car and on the crowded road we went,

Blaring music all the way

To your apartment.

Once inside we upturned your whole kitchen in search of food,

Finding stale pasta and sauce

No time to be prude.

Our feet were freed from heels and our coats had been tucked away,

We sat atop the counter

Talking of our days.

We end up trading some of our more embarrassing times,

My loudly misspoken words

And your fear of mimes.

The pot boiling over put a stop to conversation,

You nigh fell off the counter

From your frustration.

But dinner turns out fine, well as fine as one can expect,

I don't even have to eat it

Out of pure respect.

Once we have finished eating and have cleaned up our whole mess,

We head back to your bedroom

Where we both undress.

So while these may not’ve been our plans originally,

A night in with you's always

Fine dining to me.