I Was Defiled

On my bed, I lay, Good old days on my mind The bad past haunting me He tip-toed into my bedroom. My eyes stared at him, emptily My blood pressure shot up I wanted to scream for help But, he put his index finger to his lips, And urged me to be quiet. He came closer Clicked my stone-hard breasts, I shrieked, A wave of excitement ran down my spine. He patted my forehead, And blessed me beforehand He ran his filthy hands allover my thirteen year-old body. I had agreed to maintain the silence. So, I urged him on. My left leg, he pushed northward My right leg, he pushed southward. He touched my cave, And discovered a magic button. He pressed it, and turned the lights on. He pressed it and turned the lights off. He ripped his jeans open And pulled out his short stabbing spear His spear forced its way into my cave I was lowered into immense pain I cried aloud, and he slapped me Up and down, he jerked His back arched His toes curled Ah, He gasped at last, And fell on his right side, satisfied. My crib was soaked in blood, I was defiled; But I wasn't! I allowed it!