An old forgotten date a.k.a What was I thinking?

She was nineteen,
It was the devil inside me,
am sure,
that made me agree for a date,
a lesson I thought, by fate.

You seemed so mature,
So focussed unlike me frightened,
that I asked myself,
whether I was really so old,
or was I just being enlightened.

It was a blur,when you led me,
bar to club to your door..
that I lost my gravity in the rush,
and regained the reality with the brush,
of my face against yours.

Suddenly I was slapped by guilt,
I was asked to blend,by my daughter,
after Susan's loss,my self proclaimed boss,
but as a father how can I make amends,
for dating her own friends!

She wouldnt realize,
it was this crazy witch,
who had the audacity, 
to ask me out,
a 45 year old practiser of self doubt.

When we started kissing,
I knew there was something missing,
Oh yes..my MIND!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
SOMEONE SCREAMED?
WAS IT MY CONSCIENCE?WAS THIS A BAD DREAM?
but she is a good kisser..
SO IS YOUR AUNT JANE BUT SHE WOULDNT DATE
RUN BEFORE YOU MAKE UR DAUGHTER HATE YOU!!

So I did,I ran...
ran out of there like a schoolgirl
who kissed a boy she likes,
in the woods,in the late..
alone,by their bikes.

She never told my daughter,
that her father is weak,
not the type that gives in to temptations,
but one who meekly cares,
about society's stares.

She still visits my home,
and when we are alone,
she never mentions the date,
she never mentions anything,
Just enjoying my panic-stricken state.

Why do I get the feeling,
with her..as the room starts reeling,
that youth is nature's torment,
Once it has left you unappealing..
It makes you silently ferment.