Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Befuddled

(P. b.)

Everything's shaky;
The ground's quaking;
My head's spinning;
My brain's foggy.
Her hand's on my thighs,
My breath's pacing.
Wait.. what's going on?
I stuttered,
But my lip's heavy.
Neck kisses,
Hands gripping.
Shirt's unbuttoning;
What magic?
My lap's heavy,
Her shirt's dropping.
What happened to the party?
Are we still dancing?
Calm stroking,
Of my cheeks,
And other places.
Lays me down to rest on the bed's soft faces.
Everything's foggy,
I see shapes shifting.
I should close my eyes for a bit;
Wake's up to bright morning.
There was no one in the room,
But the pictures say different.
Wait, I can explain;
Oh no, your time's over.
Branded a cheat and got broken hearted.
I still can't explain how this game's in my favour;
Yet I'm the one being called a player.
How could everyone not see this was abuse?
Is it because I'm a Man?