Sexual Guilt Blues

      I'm...between...a rock and a hard place;
      Which one is you? Oh, no matter, blame it on the
      Sexual guilt blues. Got your card in my pocket
      And your face in my head, not to mention
      Your imprint on my unmade bed from last night--
      Last night should never have happened!
      Last night was a shot in the dark.
      It doesn't compute; maybe that's because
      I'm not software, not soft where you got me
      There, between a rock and a hard place--
      I know the signs: the cute little stories and the flattering
      Lines, like "Baby, you're the best" repeated into the night,
      But I loved to watch you say it so I left on the light,
      Last night--Last night should never have happened!
      Last night was a deviation from the norm--
      These developing deviations keep me up the next night,
      So here I am true to form, between a rock and a
      Hard place...which one is me? Was I the one
      Who invited you so wantonly? Or was it just a dare?
      But a dare in these times provides a risk that runs
      Along parallel lines; I guess no one is safe
      From the terrible things that the heart and horniness
      Inevitably bring--We're not software, we're hardware
      Of the softest kind; because we'd all go crazy if we
      Lived in our minds; but last night--
      Last night should never have happened!
      Last night I was shallow, and you know
      How I was...Why explain it? You never can tell...
      When you'll get between a rock and a
        Hard place.




      © Alan Reade, 2011

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