Strange Sensations.

Twisting in this place,
bodies contorting in sinful disgrace.
Creeping of the feeling, guilt has come,
pleasuring hate and i feel over-run.

Simply sex, sought out for it to be
everything to a man, more to the woman, and i played her like a
Xylophone, on every note i struck and hit.

Pain, without thought to feeling,
and with it my heart is now screaming.
It was her second turn, and rushed,
my first and just was flushed, and this time together, beauty still.

Failed her for the first time,
and i'm praying to her it's a crime,
yet she forgives me for every action,
but i wish i could do the same, but i feel it wont add to my complexion of sorts.

[This is by far uncompleted, but i don't feel in the mood to add to it, or will add to it...it'll remain as it is]