Would you like to caress my skin,
and love me for who I am within? --
To kiss me tender, full of care,
and run your fingers through my hair?...
I imagine I might tremble at your touch --
And melt, overcome by love, and such...
but do you misjudge me?
Even as you touch my leg, why is that so,
because you think I can't -- or won't -- say no?
Perhaps I wouldn't...but you're the adult, not I --
and would you really do that to me, with your lust the only reason why?
I'm sixteen -- a child -- with much yet to do,
yet you say that my body's old enough to belong to you?
You're handsome and charming -- romantic and sweet,
and I shiver in pleasure when graced by your heat...
Yet still I feel trapped -- caught young in a cage,
I don't care what you think -- I'm still a kid at my age.
So I'll say it as I brush your hands from my thighs,
as I wrench your sight from my breasts to my eyes...
"No."
Author notes
This poem is very personal to me...It's about how it feels to be pressured into sex by an older man, one who pretends that he likes you for you but is really only after you for your age. They try to get you to reason against yourself by saying that you're old enough and that it's okay, then they never stop trying to coax you into it. Whether you give in or not, it can really make you feel trapped and used. What especially hurts is when you really like that guy, but you're left wondering what exactly it is that he likes about you -- you or your age?
Written November 18th, 2005
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a deep bitterness in this i thought... i liked it. rhyme worked well. the images showed your thoughts. clear. strong.
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