She Wrote Off Rape MIXED VERSION

She Wrote Off Rape

An uncle guardian,
He took his wife
And me,
For a joyous ride
He slipped into the beach.
Parked his car
And whispered in my ear
Would you like a ride on me?

My hairs stood on end,
Teenage smacked
Of stark nudity,
Virgin me,
Infidel he,
His wife asleep
In the back seat,
He wanted to eat me

She was distraught
At his menacing thought,
A guardian what?
She felt smeared of a stench of rape,
As his breath went down her nape,
Thanked God she wasn’t alone,
Else she’d been raped.