I saw photos of you, again. How happy you were, unaware. I should've told you then But I thought you knew. The difference between lust and lonely.
But you were happy. again.
Would you still have been, even when kisses trailed down your thighs dangerous, enticing. Whispered little lies, that told you to keep going.
You thought you wanted something. you didn't want to leave, desire, embarrassing, bare. Your voice crooked, back of your throat, head shook, "no" but he kept going.
This was very difficult to write for me. No means no. Consent is key.