Regretting Cake

Written for the contest "Regretting Cake" The drunken groom, was in his bedroom, as I had my cake with his bride. And in hindsight I would chide myself for charming, smiling, and to her causing alarming intimation of satiation loom. His best man and kin, were coaxing his skin, into the nuptial shower. But the party slowed the last hour, and the cake sugar did empower our energy to sin. And with wine our heads did spin. She smeared cake on my face, and I knew it was disgrace, when she stopped me from wiping it clean. She took me behind the dais scene. Into a bathroom and on the sink did lean. Without a thought I took her fast pace, and winked a toast to the groom through her veil lace. 8/1/16