Rape of a pregnant woman
Short, poem like story. Don’t hate me for this. He came to her at night, tired after work Dawn nearing, her pregnant body still. He lied beside her, stripped off all courtesy Eyeing the sleeping tablets in disgust She said it helped her sleep, He thought it an excuse to keep him away From her: Her supple self, As if moulded and born just for his desire He ran a hand across her belly, Mind going places, turning his hands jelly He straddled her, pushing him closer Body barely reacting as nipples are sucked His foreskin in her lips, He moved to and fro His hands probing her depths, Her hole surprisingly wet, slick and tasteful He finally pushed himself inside, Her body lying side by side She wouldn’t mind, she should understand Thus soothed …