Tight arms wrap me up warmly,
lips pressed firmly to my mouth
gesturing for a return
I echo the movements;
arms entwine,
gently moving lips
to an unspoken rhythm.

It’s nice.

He leans in closer,
grazing his lips to my cheek,
trailing along my jawbone
nearing the skin below my ear;
he inhales.

It’s odd.

Hands shift to the small of my back;
roaming lower,
smacking and squeezing me,
my roundly shaped bottom;
grasped in his hands,
he growls
slamming my body harder
into his.

I shiver.

Unable to
hide my distaste,
the disgust
in being so close;

forced,
and scared;
I am.

He grins at me
smacking his lips to mine again,
I pause
and it starts

once again.