There is something in my body that is tainted,
A drop of poison in my vestal blood.
I can feel him taking over,
His calloused fingers slipping into my mouth,
Crawling over every inch of my unclothed skin.
On my thighs and chest I can feel him groping,
Eyes gawking at my feminine mystique.

What is a man to a girl,
Or a hammer to a flower,
A to whip to ****** skin?
Now, I am spoiled, marked.

There is something in my body that is tainted,
Now I can't get his hands off my skin.
I am hostage to his feeling,
In my bed, still tied at the wrists.

Will I ever let go?
Enjoy girlhood as I was promised,
And spend my days playing in the sun?
Now, my view is polluted,
Like a rock to rose stained glass.