Intellectual flutterings dance between two newfound friends.
Delight that glimpse is sighted and captured of a mind seeming exciting,
A man presenting beautiful,
Engaged, the tango ensues,
The sweetness devouring she that would taste...
He does not recognise strength.
He falters to find challenge in meeting, in match...
She staggers, reassessing, withdraws...
“Fear has conquered you today, girl.
Where does that leave you now and in the future...”
His jaw line harsh, sharp, it’s aggression plain in its thrust,
Manipulation his sword...
He seeks to do harm...
His power is flimsy in the face of intelligent femme.
He falls to what he feels is the only weapon left in his ego-bound cache that will overpower...
“You’re gonna taste my cock, girl. Can you taste it? Now. Taste it...”
Abusive, explosive in tantrum
The disobeyed plan ruptures in foul indiscretion ,
Violence
Of obscene descriptive.
“I will tear you to pieces as I enter you...”
The abhorrence overwhelming
“You will scream as I thrust harder...
You like pain, don’t you, girl?
Don’t you?!
Don’t you, girl?!!”
The demand enveloping the bloodlust violence ,
Peeling away amid his verbal parry and the premeditated violation is exposed
“I’m going to fuck your brains out, girl, until you are screaming...then I’ll deliver you again...”
He shouts mechanics not movement.
Shrieks sex not sensuality.
Expels violence.
Violence.
Seeking to overpower he chooses assault.
Her self is her claymore.
He pulls his weapon.
She depresses the trigger.
The violation falls flaccid
Melissa Hocking 2010
Delight that glimpse is sighted and captured of a mind seeming exciting,
A man presenting beautiful,
Engaged, the tango ensues,
The sweetness devouring she that would taste...
He does not recognise strength.
He falters to find challenge in meeting, in match...
She staggers, reassessing, withdraws...
“Fear has conquered you today, girl.
Where does that leave you now and in the future...”
His jaw line harsh, sharp, it’s aggression plain in its thrust,
Manipulation his sword...
He seeks to do harm...
His power is flimsy in the face of intelligent femme.
He falls to what he feels is the only weapon left in his ego-bound cache that will overpower...
“You’re gonna taste my cock, girl. Can you taste it? Now. Taste it...”
Abusive, explosive in tantrum
The disobeyed plan ruptures in foul indiscretion ,
Violence
Of obscene descriptive.
“I will tear you to pieces as I enter you...”
The abhorrence overwhelming
“You will scream as I thrust harder...
You like pain, don’t you, girl?
Don’t you?!
Don’t you, girl?!!”
The demand enveloping the bloodlust violence ,
Peeling away amid his verbal parry and the premeditated violation is exposed
“I’m going to fuck your brains out, girl, until you are screaming...then I’ll deliver you again...”
He shouts mechanics not movement.
Shrieks sex not sensuality.
Expels violence.
Violence.
Seeking to overpower he chooses assault.
Her self is her claymore.
He pulls his weapon.
She depresses the trigger.
The violation falls flaccid
Melissa Hocking 2010
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