Cornered in that airport lounge
Leather and fuel in the air
Though some pieces are faded
That feeling still lives in my gut
Pinned down
Unwilling and scared
Pressured
Walking away violated
Sick with fear and
That horrible taste in my mouth
Yet it seemed too normal
Ordinary almost
A milestone in budding sexuality
Is that not what it's supposed to look like?
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