Your lips pleaded for my consent
No one else
Had done that before
From middle aged men
With cigarettes on their breath
To family members
That I wished I could trust
You were the only one
Who begged
For me
And still sat with me
When my answer was
Not yet
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Your lips pleaded for my consent
No one else
Had done that before
From middle aged men
With cigarettes on their breath
To family members
That I wished I could trust
You were the only one
Who begged
For me
And still sat with me
When my answer was
Not yet