An Afternoon.

I don't want to.
I'm sorry I sat quiet,
But I didn't know how to break to you,
I didn't want to have sex.
I'm not like you,
I've a heart
I learnt promiscuity only made me feel uncomfortable.
You wouldn't know,
You think it is a mark of success
Mark of male-hood
You don't know life
You'll look back one day and wonder where you went wrong
I can see it now,
You're constantly wrong.
You are harboring someone you love in there,
Hoping one day she will come back.
I can't imagine how you do it.
But you still lie there stroking my bum.

I cringe at the thought, if I didn't hesitate.
I need trust myself more.
I shouldn't second guess me,
I am embarrassed for letting that incident come to pass.
Even if nothing happened.