Falling

She knocked and asked to use my body,

It felt wrong to refuse, I was alone.

Her breasts, fine, her face was not shoddy,

Those eyes were darkness that would not atone;

I let her inside, and she returned the favor,

Intimacy between strangers, still tense

Felt so good to be consumed; using her

with furious abandon I killed good sense.

Wilted, dripping, she gathered clothes to leave

“Don't fall in love, I'd like to fuck again.”

We lied with each other every day's evening

'Till I opened my door to a knife in two hands.

Choosing death or me, I picked not dying

Then shoved her down, where she stayed lying.