The crest of her lips find his not,
lifting and falling, thrusting his love towards her,
recieving his lust from behind,  her thoughts,
so his eyes won't find her in distant stair.

They lay there naked, unobstructed by dress,
yet garbbed in something much more reveiling,
a vistage of guilt on her behalf,maybe rememberence,
he sees it straddle her face, pulling her eyes with thought.

He is there between their unclade bodies,
with his hand on her heart,  then striking him.
An uninvited threesome of grievous lust,
he rises and leaves her there naked, a tear in his eye.