When was it ok?

When was it ok? I remember wanting you to stay. Now I remember your hands, but not in mine. Now you touch is anything but sublime. When was it ok? I remember fighting to keep my belt on. Holding your hands to keep them off the rest of me. I remember your touch as you slid below the waist of my jeans. When was it ok? I guess it was because I never said no. It's s my fault why you did what you did. I thought my struggle would be enough. When was it ok? Maybe one day it won't affect me. But today, your touch has become my pain. I thought it was plain as day that I wasn't ok. When was it ok?