FOREWORD: Nothing is innocent anymore. The Modern Mind keeps kicking can't just go out. You have to give someone something. But that's not always true.

WRONG-NIGHT STAND

She said she couldn’t love me
when I leaned across to touch her smile,
and then, she wouldn’t hug me,
so in silence we conversed a while.

Her arms, they trembled stiffly,
and her breasts – they press against my chest!
I’m wanting her, but guiltily
withdraw before my pants suggest –

He said he wouldn’t love me
when I dreamed of feeling him inside,
and then, he couldn’t hug me,
so in silence we conversed a while.

His face is flushed, and quickly
he suggests a place where we can rest…
I’m wanting him, but briefly
fear he wants me not – except my breasts.

“It’s dark,” he said, “so come around?”
Even though the moonlight’s clear!

Simply scared his plan’ll rebound,
if someone else were to appear!

She said she doesn’t love me
and to sleep with me is not her style,
not when she doesn’t know me,
so in silence we conversed a while.

Her eyes, they flicker swiftly,
and her hands – they’re clenched against her will?
I’m wanting her, but shakily
Withdraw and watch the windowsill…

He said he doesn’t love me
(and he swallows down a throat of bile)
not when he doesn’t know me,
so in silence we conversed a while.

His jaw is tensed, and slowly,
he explains, “A cab is on its way.”
I’m wanting him, but teary
guilt forces me to say, “Okay.”