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.