Guilt and Remorse

There's guilt and there's remorse; do not express
Yourself in that shamed glance, when you can feel
The guy, who is so proximate he'll press
Himself, against you hard; as if to steal
Your modesty, he pulls your skirt right up;
This is a public place you want to scream
But, with hands on your thighs, he wants to tup
Your soft flesh and, as this is but a dream,
You may just let him, for he looks so straight
And arrogant, while staring at your face;
Your mouth will open speechless - he'll berate
You for your wickedness and, with such grace,
Will slide your panties down and press you back;
And take his pleasure while you feel the force
Of his demands - this fantasy attack
Wakes you with guilt and, yes, (bien sur), remorse.