The arousal between my legs

The arousal between my legs is faint 

I smell his fragrant sweat in which he has begun to taint 

My integrity diminshes

with the thrust of his hips 

the invasivity of my mind 

impregnates me with thoughts of my life on the line

The friction of flesh melting together 

is not one of romance 

I wish his stance 

was not to corrupt and manipulative

he's a mind fuck 

and now he has begun to fuck 

inside of me 

like a ravaged animal 

I would scream

but I'm afraid that I won't wake up from a dream 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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