The Good Kind
Her lungs are deep, as she screams under me.
Beneath her breath, I hear a ton of grief,
but the whore begged to succumb to me.
Blame the victim? No, but some could see
she wanted it;
Wearing a big tee & nothing underneath.
At sight of her bare legs, I’ve become a beast,
lifted her shirt and begun to ease into her.
Her scratches on my chest begin to hurt.
I go hard, ‘til sweat starts to drench my shirt.
Entrenched in dirt, we fight in the leaves,
in the backyard. . . Just right, is the breeze.
The trees block the light from the street,
so no one can see the sights that I see;
Her, begging and fighting to flee.
Fighting to breathe, but I smack the whore,
causing her to tear up & scratch some more.
“Beg for this dick, & I‘ll be merciful!”
BEG FOR IT and I MIGHT stop hurting you!”
She starts to beg for it. I can’t hold my glee.
“Please, papi!,” she replies, & cums all over me
I collapse next to her. . .
Monday; this is the day we leave for “rape”
Tomorrow, she plays the “Sweetish maid”
To some, these games are savage,
But trust me - they saved our marriage.
Rape; The Good Kind.