Flagrante
António Zambujo
Caught in the act
I warned you, my love
That it couldn't work out
And it was something to avoid
Like me, you should have guessed
That, with people so close by,
Someone would notice
But no!
You pouted and,
As if in a promise,
You undressed for me
Piece of bad luck
Where was my head
When I said yes to you?
Although you swore
To remain discreet
Since we weren't alone
Listening in the next room
To your moans of pleasure
They came to find out about us
I didn't even notice what happened
But quicker and smarter
They only caught a glimpse of you
I felt the shame
In front of the open door
I was caught with my pants down
