I remember

a homecoming night

falling in passion

with my canine lover

A thrust poorly timed

brought a yelp of pain

Changing okay

to NO

in a heartbeat

And my decision…

perhaps lust fogged.

probably too late anyway.

but still decided

to continue with three,

four thrusts

before the convulsion.

in consequence

I lost trust

Now reality I live with

when he turns away

avoids me in bed

bringing more guilt

and regret

most nights.