He was nice, don’t get me wrong
But I should’ve known how it would go all along.
He smiled, hugged and kissed me,
It almost seemed like we could be.
Then we got to my room and we started moving fast
It would be out of the question to say it was a “blast”.
He was too rough but also too slow,
It’s hard to describe but it’s like he didn’t know,
How to treat my body, any body, anyone.
It felt nice then not, it really wasn’t any fun.
He finished promptly, apologizing to me
I told him it was fine, assuming in 15minutes it would be.
He was drifting off to sleep so I did too
I really thought in the morning we’d make it through
But he couldn’t get up and I really had to go
So I went to work, and I guess I’ll never know,