Tell me,
Would she be smiling if she knew
Where your hand wanted to venture?

Tell me,
Would she be happy to know
How close your fingertips came?

Tell me,
Would her eyes brighten at the fact
That had I not awoken from sleep…
(I cringe at the mere thought.)?

Tell me,
Would she approve
Of the words that journey from your lips?

Tell me,
Would she still love you if she saw
The movement of your hips?

Tell me,
Would she cry
Knowing what people like you get away with?

Your touch is the stench of a decaying carcass.
You disgust me.
What did you do to deserve happiness?