She Tempted Me...
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She tempted me…
By wearing that short skirt
Paired with sharp stiletto heels, creating the illusion that her legs go for miles
A risqué top so I did not need my imagination
Lips made full
With the makeup she used to get that come hither look
She smelled like darkness
Tasted like sin
Felt like the untamed wild
And her screams sounded like pure terror
So how can you tell me, with all that in mind, that she didn’t want it?
She tempted me.
She tempted me…
By wearing that light breezy sundress
Shoes set aside to allow her to feel the fresh grass beneath her bare feet
A sweater covering her would be bare arms
Lips pink from gloss
Eyes displaying “natural” shadow
She smelled like sunshine
Tasted like rain
Felt like Spring Flowers
And wept from the innocence being taken away
But how can you tell me, with that pretty picture, that she wasn’t begging for attention?
She tempted me.
She tempted me…
By wearing those casual blue jeans
Her shoes meant for comfort during the stressful day
Her shirt modestly displaying the brand of her high school
Lips smeared with Chap Stick to ward off the damages of the approaching cold
Eyes revealing how truly tired she was
Hair sloppily done up
She smelled like libraries
Tasted like knowledge
Felt like worn books
And cried out in confused pain
But how can you tell me, with all that studying, that she wasn’t expecting someone to be into that?
She tempted me.
She tempted me…
By wearing that heavy duty pants
Snow boots tied tight for protection
Her torso buried under layers of fabric
Lips chapped from the harsh wind
Eyes squinting in the cold
Her head and neck blocked by a snug ski cap
She smelled like a wood fire
Tasted like pine trees
Felt like freshly fallen ice powder
And shrieked the confirmation of being broken to the world
But how can you tell me, that by daring to go out, she didn’t bring it on herself?
She tempted me.
She tempted me…
By shaking heat out of the customary burka
The appropriate saddles being revealed
Heavy, dark fabric of the clothing causing her obvious discomfort
Lips chin and nose covered out of respect
Hair hidden from view with everything else
Ultra-modern, plastic glasses alluding to her being foreign
She smelled like deviance
Tasted of freedom
Felt like stolen rights
And sounded like fierce silence of someone desperate for escape
But how can you tell me, after her daring to leave her minder, that what I did was wrong?
She tempted me.
He forced me…
Stating I tempted him by
Dressing like a whore
Giving him easy access
Walking home alone
Going out in winter
Traveling without an escort
But no matter what he tells you please remember that
He forced me.