His Words Poem by Lizzie Marie

If you weren't so pretty
I wouldn't be doing this
Your beauty drove me to it
To take all your innocence
Your hands are so delicate
I just hand to hold them down
Your screams of help were to loud
So i had to cover your mouth
Don't cry sweet thing
My temper is bad i admit
But please don't act scared
I'll be done in a bit
When I'm done I'll leave you
Tell you to get dressed
My parents will be home soon
Mustn't get them stressed.
How naive you were
to come over alone
and think we were just
going to play music.