Spare Me The Details

She can feel the burn on her skin
Lingering from where his lips have been

The smell of his stale breath in the air
As clumsy fingers start petting her hair

She can almost taste his lecherous grin
As her jeans start sliding past her shins

The sight of the door lying just out of reach
His hands being used as an impromptu leash

She can hear his ragged breathing in her ear
As the scream in her throat catches in fear

And in the moment before all her senses fail
She wishes, just once, she could forget the details.