Romantic Evening
The dimming lights.
The mellow song.
The gentle kiss.
Together; brothers in arms.
They enchant me,
and they charm me,
and they weaken my resolve.
Candles around me; worshipping.
Red rose petals caressing my skin.
A strong hand; guiding.
A strong pull slowing me down.
What is it?
A quiet echo; stronger; growing.
“No” it repeats.
The kisses stop.
The bodies pull apart.
Eye contact and confusion.
“No means no.” it repeats.
A smirk produces self-doubt.
A kiss, self-loathing.
A slap in the face, hate.
“I don’t want this.”
“Yes, you do.”
A push, a shove, reluctant submission.
A single tear escaping my eye.
What is a girl to do?
