Stalemated.
Your body hovers over mine
Trembling beneath
Trapped.
This is not who I thought you were
You run your hands...
Pressure.
I can't stop you now
Lips, tracing every inch
Encased.
I loose all effort to fight
Gentle...
Forced.
You finish, and I run away
Convinced.
My stolen innocence
Essential.
To our survival
 
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