David Williams
Sixteen and Twenty-One
I was attracted to him.
I was 16, he was 21
When he told me I could have dinner
with him and his friend in the City
I knew I had made my decision.
When I phoned my host in the suburbs
it was done. There was no turning back.
I was 16, he was 21
His seducing of me happened slowly, gently.
The next day I couldn’t
tell anyone, though I
was burning to talk about
my first sexual experience.
I was 16, he was 21
Then an epiphany told me
it really wasn’t love after all,
it was sexual abuse and
I had kept MYSELF in prison.
I am 66, he is 71.