Down a dim path in the late afternoon
Hanging out with a group of friends
Found herself alone
With him standing on a platform
Two walls up
The remaining area open
Coat zipped up
School books held cradled
Arms crossed to keep out the cold
To keep the body heat in
Turned into to keep him away
His forceful hands
Arm pushing her down
Unzipped his pants
Button still buttoned
Lifted up her coat
Struggling against her arms
Disconnected from her pleas
Stop, don’t do this
I’ve never done this, please don’t
He rose from on top of her
Leaving her on the ground
Coat lifted up
Pants pulled down
Books cradled in arms
Arms across her body
She shouldn’t love sex
She doesn’t love sex
Standing at the breakfast bar
Next to a mutual friend
Watching him make them drinks
She was used to beer
This was not beer
He offered it
She sipped it
She liked it
She liked him
He was always kind to her
Easy to talk to
Caring and compassionate
She found herself alone
With him
Upstairs in his bedroom
Where were his parents?
Wouldn’t they be home soon?
No, they wouldn’t be home soon
Gentle kisses
She’d never kissed before
Soft caresses
She’d never been caressed before
Laid down on the bed
So tender
His hands on her body
Seemingly everywhere on her body
What were those sensations?
Where was that sensation?
Inside of her?
Or outside of her?
Inside of her yearned
A consciousness heightened with every breath
Every silky touch
Every kiss
A feeling outside of her
His body hardened against her thigh
Then against her outer leg
He stood
Lifting her up
Undressing him
While she kissed him
Undressing her
As he kissed her
Touched her
Everywhere
On his knees
Kissing where she yearned
A fire had been lit and now it burned
For more as she lay back on the bed
His hands still gliding over her skin
With his tongue probing
Kissing upwards on her body
She leaned forward
Her hands embracing
Her mouth taking him in
The sound of her heart beating in her ears
Or was it the sound of his heart beating against her neck
As he entered her
So gentle
So caring
The kisses
The caresses
Things she’d never felt before
Things never done to her before
Things she’d never done before
She doesn’t love sex
Because of the boy
Who took her in the woods
She doesn’t love sex
She enjoys making love
Because of the boy
Who took her in love.
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