Sensual Scars Poem by Anastasia Denise Johnson

Your empty song, lures me in.
And begs me to do a most dangerous sin
Although I deny, You don't accept 'No'
If guilt was a sport, You'd be a pro.
I'm so uneasy, I'm just not that ready.
Your body on me, the feeling's so heavy.
I struggle for air, and beg you to stop.
This is the worst, battle I've fought.
Feel my innocence, flee from my soul
Never the same, my sanity you stole.
Your hands, I still feel them
Cries for help, you have sealed them
My future is weary, forever corrupted
Is there anyone else, or just me you abducted?
So how do you wake up everyday?
Knowing what you did to me just to get your way?
I won't tell on you B*****d, don't make me feel bad
Because to see you again, would just drive me mad....