True Love

He said I love you quite by accident
Forgetting she wasn't his wife
And hoped the pound-squeak of the headboard
Would mask the error
But she stopped him fast
Panting in his final moments
Putting her gentle hand upon his cheek
And beckoning his guilty gaze
She said Did I just hear what I thought I heard?
And he looked at those adolescent eyes
All too ready to believe
And replied with heedless affront
Sorry that was a little mistake
Then brushed her hand from his face
Forced it down behind her head
And in a pomp of wet slapping flesh
And teeth-clenched grunts
Finished the evening inside her
But nine months later
He discovered the mistake
Was bigger than he thought