A “molestation”!

He caught me by my slender neck

I could not yell or scream,

He dragged me to his bedroom

Where he could not be seen,

He threw aside my flimsy wrap

and gazed at my form,

I was cold and chilly,

He was nice and warm

He put his fevered lips on mine

I could not make him stop

He sucked my whole life away

And I could not call a cop

This is what he made me today

Hated, used and thrown away

This is what you see me here

A broken bottle of beer

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