Your arms around my waist,
We're in a forbidden embrace.
It's too late to stop now;
When did this happen and how?
This mess in unfolding,
Your lust burns, it is scolding;
But we can't stop now,
It's too late to ask how.
I'm in your grip, you're in my arms;
What they don't know really harms.
We could just stop now;
Talk and find out how…
But all this lust is proving too much,
It's driving me crazy, and such…and such…
It's silly to stop now;
We don't need to know how!
It's already too late,
But it's supposed to happen, its fate.
We really should stop now;
I really don't care how!
It's all over, done, it's finished,
And now that lust has diminished.
What do we do now?
I really don't know, or how…
I feel bad, it was wrong;
Didn't even last that long.
Wish I hadn't done it now,
I really have no clue as to how.
Let's just leave and forget,
It's far too late to regret.
I've forgotten about it now;
What? … When? ... How? ...