I wanted to write a poem for the one who loves me.
It seemed impossible because I know nothing of love.
I tell him that I can't write him a poem of love.
He kisses me and says,
'Baby, I'll show you what love is, '
His hands slide down my torso and he begins undressing me.
'I don't want to do this, ' I say.
He continues to touch me everywhere.
I beg him,