Questions

I have learned to trust a man who has not gone all the way. I have learned in trusting this man, there is a way I must behave. Are you hurting my darling, are your thighs in dismay? Let me touch you sweet girl, I'll make you feel so okay. My hand slipped, it did, pay no attention my dear.  I may be older, but I am wiser, so hold still and do not fear. Your chest, it hurts right? I'll get to that just next. After I curass your bum, and tell you my bad, I'm a clumsy mess. So tell me again, it was just an accident?  Ask me again, do I feel awkward or content?  My pain is gone right? And theres no harm done? I should trust you, you say. Forget the past and move on. I'll let it slide this time, just like I did all the others. Maybe, one day, I'll let everything be uncovered. Am I a victim? No, I don't think so at least.  Maybe I'm a survivor keeping the pain from its feast. Or Maybe I'm a victim letting a man continue feed his beast.