her mood remains unknown
as she allows her mind
to go back and rewind
his image, his words,
the few moments in time
they spent together
"he will always carry a piece of me,"
the girl thinks to herself
she needed a man's touch
the feeling of his masculinity
comforts her,
inducing peace & serenity
until...
his touch is no longer kind & gentle
but forceful instead
fear crept in her head
"dont say no to me" he said
but she did
and he did
to her the things she thought she wanted
what she thought would help her mind...
moments passed
glares shared
words exchanged
and as quickly as he came
she was left alone
again...
"i hate sex" she whispers aloud to none other than herself
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