What makes you think.

What makes you think, 

you can touch me when I can't even blink, 

force me to touch you,

with no permission to. 

What makes you think, 

that you can slip something in my drink, 

then lock me in a room. 

What makes you think, 

that you can grab my arse, 

give me your business card, 

make me promise not to tell cause that would "make your life hard".

It's not my problem if the sight of me makes you hard. 

What makes you think.