The Turn of The Night.

No.
Why not?
Because I said so.
Because you said no?
Yes.
Then get undressed.
I don't want to.
You know you do.

Next thing we're touching.
So starry-eyed.
I was scared, and shaking.
So I lied.

I gotta go.
No you don't
Yes, I do.
But we're not through.

Pausing for a quick kiss.
Seductive and wistful, he whispered me this,
"Kiss me."
I say no, but follow through.
Hypnotic were his words,
Frightful were his actions.

I feel absurd,
Walking away from the one thing that would invalidate my caption.
"Virgin."
"Prude."
Because I refuse to get nude.
To give myself away to anyone is disconcerting.
Unnerving.
Disturbing.
Alarming.
Confusing.
Unnacceptable.
So many words,
Not enough courage to say them all.

I'm scared.
Just let it happen.
I can't... I'm not prepared.
To go this far?
Yes.
Oh, but it sounds like you are.

His words were swaying.
I couldn't do what I was about to do.
This is a game that I'm not ready to start playing.
And I won't be any match against you.

I had to leave.
I tried my hardest,
You have to believe.
Whoever started this,
Either me or you.
I'm ending it, and running to my room to revel in having no one to speak to.

Thank you,
and Goodnight.
You'll not be stealing my virtue away tonight.

I'm sure it'll cause you great sorrow.
Maybe tomorrow?