It meant nothing [Inspired by a poem called, Casual Fuck]

-This poem gave me A LOT of ryhming trouble, it turned out, eh..mild. Considering the help I had, it probably won't stay up for long-

No names were said
No dinner was fed
We met at outside, it was a cigarette we craved
We laughed, and flirtered, no behavoir was enslaved
With one thing on my mind, a quick bump and grind
A one night stand if you must
I was going to double the stakes or bust
Your eyes twinkled slightly, giving me a wink
As I reached down, gulping the last of my drink.
I didn't care then, only this time
I would comitt a sin, but not a real-life crime.
Your lips on my mine, carrying into a sweep embrace
But no emotion was felt, no nervouness to replace
My dress slips off, your pants on the floor
Our bodies entangles, my moans as a whore
This felt so right, I wanted so much more.
I kept withering and squirming, till the end
My eyes always closed, I could no longer pretend
I gathered my clothes, and bid a hasty retreat
I left his apartment, my feed pounding on the concrete
Something felt different, my heart heaved in my chest
My body felt lifted, and freed and blessed.
It meant nothing, I say. Nothing of course.
This feeling isn't a sign, just a bit of remorse.
The guilt I felt, was not one of a casual fuck.
I knew in my mind, this had been more than luck.
I didn't care anymore, my feel still ran.
But with no control, I thought of this man.
The way his eyes looked at me
The way his skin felt with my skin
This had been no sin.
No crime comitted, no sole was lost.
It was simple a casual, quick and toss.