Whirring, clicking, pumping,
He unzipped her dress, fingers fumbling.
Breath hot, stomach grumbling,
He smelt her fine hair, nostrils flaring.
His heart was forever beating, begging,
For she was looking at him, longing, staring.
His lips touched her neck, fine hairs standing,
He couldn't stop himself, he was ready and raring.
He ignored her sobs, she was weak and innocent,
To get what he wanted. He's stronger, and in a trance.
She tightened herself.
He loosened his belt.
Blood rushed down from the danger he felt.
She muffled a scream, his hand on her mouth,
If only her mother could see her now.
Laying so helpless, naked on a bed,
This is how he imagined it in his head.
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