Circular

She waits, tense-
The tingles slithering up
Her spine may seem
To mark arousal, but

He fidgets, wondering

Just what horrible crime

Now has been committed

Unknowingly by himself and

She allows only so many
Stale offensive excuses before
She ends suspense and,
In severing pretense

Which he will undoubtedly

Be wishing had never,

Ever happened, but will

Unfortunately be hopeless

To previous episodes of
Seemingly erroneous forgiveness
Somehow finds some tiny
Little speck of desire

To help avert, in

Their alleged future when

All forgiveness seems to again

Be so woefully out of reach-