He's inching closer , I've seen it before . His lips ask love but his tongue says whore .
He caresses farther, I am not there. He kissed me back to my 8th year.
Momma just watches, She kinda laughs. Kevin is done so he strokes my calf.
I am defiled I am dirt I am handled I am hurt
9 years later A pawed up pet I am not completely corrupted yet.
They can take my body, And shatter my heart. They can feed me lies, And rip me apart.
They will grope every inch of me . I need it to feel whole They will squeeze my being , But never molest my soul.
He's inching closer, I've seen it before. His lips ask love but his tongue says whore.
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