Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Emotional · #1400170
A hapless child, ravaged.

I burn within, what can I do?
I feel so weak in front of you.
I know that what you do is wrong,
Yet I have to endure it through.

You touch my hair, my face, my side.
Into my bed you slowly slide.
With every touch you get bolder
And then you thrust yourself inside.

What fear, what guilt, what shame, what pain?
I have lost all, what does remain?
But for you it is simply fun.
You come once more and yet again.

I am yet just a little child.
My entreaties are so much mild.
They have no effect on your lust
Which turns you into a beast wild.

Will this agony ever end?
Will you ever cease to offend?
Shall I suffer so all my life,
Or, shall your ways you ever mend?

‚ÄĘ Written in aaba, 8-8-8-8 format

M C Gupta
13 March 2008
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