Too late

Cunting the days
Towards the day I meet my love,
I lay on the floor
Sweaty clothes clinging to her like a glove,
What have I done?
What explanation do I have?
For when my love comes to know how she is lying next to me now
No barriers.
A tear filed with guilt
Rolls down
Drenched with the sweat of another,
A act of weakness
Or loneliness it seemed
As I commit another sin
Oh how i want to turn back time
Why did I give into this?
The smell of pleasure
Mixed with pangs of guilt
Lay beside me now she is asleep
I dare wake her not
I dare not touch her again,
She keeps me warm for now,
A cruel satisfaction,
A dirty price to pay,
As I cry myself to sleep
All I want to is cry.
I see the shower and I know ten wont wash the guilt away,
Hope my love won't find
Or my fate would be sealed
As I lay myself to rest for tonight
I promise myself this was the last
I'll try to forget but tomorrow I'll see my love and hug her tight and lay with her as I do now.