I remember laying under the stars with you
and I remember talking about everything under the moon.
You promised me you would keep me safe.

You told me I was beautiful and then you started to kiss me.
I still feel what it was like to have you on my lips.
And more importantly, I still feel what it was like to let the words
“I’m to drunk to do this”
spill from between my teeth

Then everything is black.

The next thing I remember is you pushing my head down, forcing me to pleasure you
and me crying
and you telling me you were going to **** me

Then it was black again

I still feel what it was like to regain some sort of knowledge of what was going on around me
and realize what I was doing
I can still taste you in my mouth
I can still feel your voice pumping through my veins