Black Leather Chair
The smell of Tequila hung on his breath
And as he invited her to sit on his lap
The fear came over her
She felt so dirty doing it
But what would he say if she refused
And unpon the chair he encroached her with his hands
She was so innocent and juvenile-
His little babe who could be so easily manipulated
She told no one and it went on for years
He took away her pride, her laugh, her purity
Never again did she look at him the same
The first guy she ever loved
Stabbed her in the back and twisted the knife
He ruined every other relationship she had
By planting seeds of doubt and hate in her mind
To this day she shivers at the memory
And the salt still hangs on her lashes
As she struggles to move