(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #18.)

you said i was ready
your touch deft and precise
making me need your want

old enough to say no
too young to say yes
i submitted to you

doing what you said
how you wanted it
when you demanded it

i never should have
obeyed – not so soon
it was much too much
too touch me so…

every moment after
filled with sorrow;
it felt thrilling and

left me aching
in anxious shame;
they all know
they must know:

i am impure.