Asking For It.

I entered her without permission,

and suddenly her skin was no longer hers to touch without a shiver. 

I drove further into her,

And her halo was crushed. 

Her wings withered. 

Her smile died.

I pressed myself against her and I invaded her boundaries with my intimacy. 

Her clothes, her manner, her history- they didn't sully her. 

But I did. 

Oh, there were no affirmations or pleas;

her skimpy clothes were the only dot on a question mark that didn't exist,

maybe a wry comment that flirted with romance was the closest to a nod.

But without a word, 

I know she was asking for it. 

The End

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