The Truth About One Moment

The Truth about One Moment

His soft, tender hands, caressed me in
a way I never felt before. The warmth
grew with each stroke of his touch.

His lips started to travel around me.
The kisses were soft and affectionate. He
took me away, I didn’t want that one
moment of compassion to stop. That’s
all it was, just one moment.

He looked at me with such dark green
eyes. Something was stirring behind
them. His eyes started to change to a
more darker green. I knew I didn’t want
to be here anymore.

At that moment his eyes started moving
around, his hands became stronger, his
lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear what
they were saying.

That’s when I went away. My eyes blurred
with tears, my strength drained from my
body. He said it would take just a moment.

When it was over I cried. He said the pain
would go away in a day. He asked me if
he had hurt me. I lied. He said I would
be sorry if I told. I was scared of him,
of others, and of that one moment.

He took away that one moment from me.
One moment I’ll never forget, one moment
I’ll hate and envision about often. He
changed my life, because of that
one moment.