Better Than The Walk Of Shame

The nights lustful sweat
absorbed by the bedsheets reeks on your skin.
The alarm clock screeches
ten minutes too late.
No shower no chance
of clean clothes, no possibility
of slipping back home to grab any...
grab whatever you can find off the floor.
"Baby," he groans "stay with me"
"I can't...what if..."
Then you realize
no ones coming to look for you.
"You look so good in my shirt.."
It doesn't take much
to get you back to where you want to be...
It never does.