You come as a thief in the night,
To rob the last of a child's innocence,
No longer a girl - not yet a woman.
Roused from slumber by unfamiliar stirrings,
Fear is the emotion that rises to the top,
To scared to draw a breath or reveal consciousness.
Hands so familiar, now as a stranger’s,
Heart pounding, soul screaming in vain,
Frozen with fright, helpless to defend.
Taking your pleasure from pain so deep,
A thief in the night you are,
Probing, stealing that which does not belong to you.
Stealing the jewels of a young, nubile girl-woman,
No forethought for the consequences,
Satisfying the curiosity of desire,
All the while sacrificing the last memories of childhood.
You leave as you came, silently,
A child no more - unable to comprehend,
The warm liquid calling card provides cold comfort from a thief in the night.
(c) Rose Limongi 2004