a night out

he was married,
she wasn't. but
they bent the rules,
went home after too
many drinks, loud
music, dancing,
flirting, parking
lot kissing and
unzipping, unsnapping,
and they fell into
her bed, his ring
still on, mumbling
about, how he'd never
ever done such a thing,
and when round two
came around he stopped
with the whimpering
guilt and just had
fun before fallling
asleep and then leaving
in the morning as if
he'd never been there.