Caught Red Handed...?

I remember when we started...
Nothing was off limits...
We'd explore each others minds/ bodies for the fuck of it...
We said we'd keep things casual however...
    that never really works...
Secrets are passed in the dead of night ...
Doors are opened that can never be closed again...
   So how did we end up here...?
 
I'm not fucking this other woman for the sport of it...
     She's giving me more than that...
         At least that's what I tell myself...
 
You wanted to think things were ok but  
    you could fill the distance growing between us...
If I'm not home at three in the morning ...
Where the fuck did you think I was...?
 
That's the time of night meant for solidifying relationships...  
So I guess that's what I'm doing...
 
As she opens her mouth and legs...
Room smelling like straight fucking
     It's not home; I know that...
I'm finding pleasure in making this chick make those unholy sounds...
This Dick belonged to you  
     but right now I can't think of a good reason why you should be the sole owner...
 
Caught red handed would imply I was hiding...
                           Am I...?