The why's

There were several questions that were bothering her
While she escorted him, upstairs
To her room
Why was she doing it
This wasn't the man she craved
Was he, her killing
Or she was being preyed upon
She couldn't fathom what was happening
Still, they reached her room.

As he closed the door
He drew her closer and kissed her fiercely
She felt bland
To his devouring, to his groping, to his presence

She pushed him away
And looked into his eyes
They were not the eyes, she had wish to coalesce
He wasn't the name, she had desired to cherish
He was just a vain flesh

He was not her man
How could she do this
Why did she lead him
The why's, were shreiking

Was it a punishment to self
Was it an act of avenging
Was it him
Or was it her
Or was it love

Collecting herself, she walked towards her destiny