Legal Union Maybe, Still Rape

I grew a loved child, knew nothing but love
Then I met you, your face laid out, a rosette
To which my heart turned-got drawn and,
The greatest gift I had, I thought to share

As days turned to weeks and on to years
When every time you come near me for sex
My heart flies with fright of what is to come
And with you done, my heart screams my hurt

All you do is masturbate, violate and rape me
Growling as if the devil in you fight to be irrupt
Pounding with such plonk like sex starved con
In tiny moment done as gone and I to my pains

My fix: I am a woman with dead body to you:
Plough all you yen as I plot to end this durance

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