Feel

His hands groped my boobs
in an effort to "make them feel good"
I pushed them away
in an effort to make me feel good.

His hands groped my ass.
Grabbing and squeezing,
moving my hips backwards and forwards,
my mind screaming.

His cold hand on my neck,
kissing me, eating me.
His other hand on my lower back,
holding me in place.

His hand in my pants,
it should not be there.
stretching my pants,
touching and stretching my vagina.

The weight of him on top of me,
I can not breathe,
my mind is telling me to move
but I cannot.

His warm breathe next to my ear
whispering "tease"
when I say I don't want to be kissed.
Whispering "do you want a square?"

A condom.
No, I do not.
I want you off of me.
I want your hands to stop roaming.

These places are supposed to be mine.
These places are sacred.
They are supposed to be sacred.
Why can't you just leave them be?

September 14, 2018.
The day I found out
I do not like the feeling

of another person.

~F.C.