He pushed it
Deep into the depths of the meeting of my thighs
Every pore of my being exclaimed in terror
The woman in me cried;
Her tears splashing on his lower body
They tickled his legs
There was no shame felt

Short breaths on the neck
Taste buds on my breasts –
I was attacked
Because tucked away in me
Enveloped by soft black curly bushes of hair
Is a woman
Though fertile and tight – She still lived in a child