Intentions

What are his intentions with me, is it sexual, is it to control, is it manipulation.

The soft touch glides against my skin

like ink to paper

no hesitation in the movement 

The rough push jerks my body 

like a game of bumper cars

no empathy in the action 

The words cut deep

like a razor to skin 

no tears in the eyes

I desire hesitation 

I wish for empathy 

I wish for tears