A KISS IS STILL A KISS

Waking Up

I woke up with aching head

And to my disbelief

I was in an unfamiliar bed.

And with a naked man sleeping

Beside me

I recalled what happened that evening.

And I realized I was also bare

I jumped out of bed

Gathered my scattered clothes

And put them on

I was searching for my purse

"It's on the table at your back."

Said the familiar voice.

I was melting with embarrassment

I could not look at his face

After I became so wild a few hours back

I want to die in shame

I was about to leave

But he was beside me already

And asked me one thing

That caused me to temper

"How much is for that wonderful

Evening?"

With the sum of pounds in his hands

That British accented man made me so mad

I slapped him so hard in the face

And ran out of the room

With tears on my cheeks.

That jerk has thought of me as a whore

It took me hard finding my escape

Out from this big house that's look like a mansion

But I managed to find my way home.