Cris-Gee

I said, "No." There is no second meaning in my tears. I am not shaking from anticipation. How'd I get here? The bass pumping through my heart, Your body pressed against mine; Your rough hands grating against my sensitive skin. "Please stop," I cried. I want this, you've assured. You need this as proof of love, But when did love mean fear? Those once smiling lips stop my pleads from escaping. You violate my personhood by slipping off my shorts, The shorts my mother bought me; They were a gift, baby blue. Baby, you blew my innocence away. "Baby," you whispered, "quit crying, In a minute or two, You'll feel good." No means not