His hands.      (Sexual harassment challenge)

It does not matter what I say
or what I wear  
how I look  
he just wants me  
 
maybe it's the perfume I wear  
 
it can't be anything I've done  
I give him no ideas  
 
still he ogles my every move  
 
sends me fuck letters  
with tiny drawings of what he wishes could be  
 
god please never let it be  
 
because his hands have never touched me  
yet I can feel the repulsive words all over  
like its cutting through my flesh  
I've cried for myself  
for the memories he's brought back  
 
and yet I'm supposed to feel bad  
cause he is a client  
 
yes he's a client  
but he's also a man  
a perverted man  
that wants to fuck me  
and when he is done
he'd also like to kill me  
with just his hands