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.