Something Stolen
His hands,
Sending an army of shivers down her spine.
His breath,
Hot and labored on her neck.
His sweat,
Dripping coolly onto her bare skin.
She lays,
thinking
Of the rhythm of the music
In sync
with his own beat.
She lays,
Thinking
Of how her dignity wasn't the only thing
Stolen
That night.
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