Immoral

I traced her steps,
hurriedly,
as if to erase the recollection
before it set in my brain.
She paused to locate her keys,
smirking
at the fleeting innocence in my pupils.
We entered;
to a potpourri of weed and black and milds
as my conscience violently convulsed in my jeans.
I exhaled;
and summoned my demons
as I fished a condom out of my pocket.

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