That night, while you were pillaging my body,
I could see your shadow on top of mine
On the adjacent wall.
It was like the Devil pouring his hate
Into my soul. Or maybe, it was Him
Punishing a mortal sin of my past.
The reason might have been vague,
Yet your desire was not. It was raw,
Bespeaking a carnal thirst
That could only be quenched by my pains.
You caressed my hips with your fingers
And then, you used the same
To smother my desperate screams.
You closed your eyes and shoved your urge,
So you couldn’t see my agony surge
Beyond the threshold of tolerance.
Once again, when you’re done
I’ll struggle to feel my tears but find none.
You’ll lie beside me and look above,
While I wonder, how strange is your ‘love’!
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