FELT A BUMP

(Not autobiographical!)    
     
I stirred at dawn and felt a bump -    
Oh, 'it' was a "girl" I got to hump,    
Who'd agreed to our one night stand    
When we'd met, dancing to the band.      
 
Late that night the drink had flowed,
The dance pace gradually slowed.
We had chatted so merrily,
She said yes to come home with me.
   
Now she is sleeping in my bed,    
Curled up, back to me, naked,    
After helping me work off the lust    
That had been turned on by her bust.    
   
Things of her not noticed last night    
Were coldly exposed to my sight;    
The dark roots of her faux blonde hair,    
The tattoos on her back now bare,    
The love handles round her midriff;    
How had SHE got my manhood stiff?  
    
Then I recalled how she had felt    
When in each other we did melt    
And how her hands behind my rump    
Spurred me up and down like a pump...    
   
She stirred to turn her face to me,  
Crow's feet under eyes visibly,  
Her lipstick had smudged out of place  
When our mouths had locked face to face.  
   
Not loving wonder but surprise  
Seemed the language in her eyes,  
Then with tones of horror she said,  
"Did I tell you I was married?"
 
"My husband - he's away at sea - 
If he saw us he would kill me."  
As her left hand her hair did wring,  
I glimpsed on THAT finger her ring.  
   
What thoughts of pleasure from the night  
Went in a snap like a dog's bite.  
It did not make me feel so good  
For misapplying my manhood.  
 
Last night I had felt six foot tall  
Ushering her in my front hall.  
I felt small, sitting in the dust,  
For heeding not my head but lust.  
   
Drink and lust makes fools of us all,    
I reflected at Nature's call,    
These blind us to the naked truth,    
Exagerrating nubile youth.