Regret is Pleasure

He lays me down and we undress one another We put music on in the background so our giggling and rustling isn't as loud We mold our bodies into one. We kiss, we laugh, and we hold each other. But when it's done, regret holds my hand it plays with my hair it whispers in my ear and it secludes me. I wanted this. I wanted everything. So why do I regret it? Why do I feel disgusting?