Part of me wanted
To turn on the light
But I felt semi-comfortable
In the gradual dark
She wanted me
To make a respectable woman of her
But it was too late
She was already respectable
And I wanted her
To make a respectable man of me
But it was too late
I had committed too many crimes
I said
Turn off the light
And make love with me
It was late
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