Get Ready
He asked for my consent once
Which apparently meant he could go as far as he wanted
From that moment on.
I didn't necessarily tell him to go further
but I didn't refuse it.
It would have been nice if he had asked me
Before he clawed at my pants.
What I didn't understand is that no means no
but also, yes means yes.
The rush of joy I had when it happened was euphoric.
But the rush faded days later when I realized
I wasn't ready.
But he was. So that's all that matters.
Right?
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