It wasn’t yours to take, but nevertheless you ripped it from my grasp.

You smile. You Wink. You didn’t think.

You pushed. You shoved.

You tore. You thrust. Overcome by lust.

I was small. I was young. There was tongue.

It’s okay. It’s alright. Your so tight.

Please don’t. I can’t and I won’t.

You ignore. Treat me like a whore.

You beat and I try to retreat.

I wake up alone, on a porcelain throne.

No one believes me, they think I’m easy.

The bruises are red, inside I am dead.

It wasn’t yours to take, but nevertheless you ripped it from my grasp.