Mademoiselle, the ***

Why must we covet
that which we cannot have?
Why must we lust,
Is what we have that bad?
Mademoiselle?
My lover calls,
reaching out for me
And suddenly these sheets
are not all that they seemed.
Mademoiselle?
my lover whispers,
and heart crumbles to dust.
How could i do this,
to someone that i trust?
It seemed so right at the time,
it felt so good to be so bad.
But now i've come to regret
ruining what we had.
Mademoiselle?
my lover kisses,
up and down my spine.
But it does not pleasure me
like it did last night.
This tall, handsome stranger,
so foreign and seductive
Has turned me into a whore,
damned and self destructive.
Mademoiselle?
he calls me,
in his heavy accented voice,
reminding me of my deceit
reminding me of my choice.
I just shake my head,
and gather up my things,
my clothes, my dignity,
my taunting diamond ring.
When did i toss this off,
was last night in my haze?
Mademoiselle?
he calls after me,
where do you go?
Into hell, i answer,
to burn for my mistakes.