A young lady craving some healing,
Unbeknown of how to express her feelings,
Giving her body to those who did not nurture,
They pulled, thrusted and tugged simply releasing a fake mumor,
Little did she know,
She was breaking souls just like her own,
For legs should not be spread so easy,
That soft **** lubricant realised without meaningful pleasing,
What if this was all infatuated in her head,
Those men wanted her in their bed,
They wanted to Carress her cheeks,
See her admirable, ample curves in the morning not just the imprint on their sheets,

It started off a normal night,
And ended with me in fright,
Going out drinking with my new friends,
Dancing in an array of twists, twirls and bends,
All it took was my eye to not be on my glass,
That little pill slipped in “oh it’ll be a laugh”,
I don’t know if it happened like this,
Who, where or what my brain seems to miss,
Intoxicated and blood laced with who knows what,
My predator must have smiled and thought “oh what the ****”,
And that he did in his shiny apartment,
Where I laid bare with a ****** inserted,
This is how I know what happened that night,
Higher higher it got pushed up and sat tight,
Is this how it happened ? I do not know,
My nightmares change every time when I wake up sweaty and cold,
I have accepted what happened and the part I had to play,
I drunk girl being silly, flirty eyes saying hey,
But the pill allowed his **** inside of my...well you know...
That pill took away my voice and my chance to say NO!
Now I must live with that night,
Whilst that mans going out without a clue in sight,
To him I was just a drunk girl as he did not give me the pill,
So was it ****? Who knows? My brain is yet to spill...