Distressing Stroll
A stroll down the road, a mistake was it?
mercy brother! She pleaded, with folded hands
a struggle to break apart, wriggling with might;
eyes shut tight, tears in streams they ran
rough hands, grabbing her waist;
lingering on her lips, just one word 'stop'
an instant death of words, repleted with void
monstrous hands, slithering along her body
a venomous snake, depleting her of life
with lust filled eyes, a palm grabbed her chest;
squeezed away her esteem, leaving none behind
her attire tore apart, into shreds like her hopes
nails carved between her thighs, along dribbles blood
to cease she desired, with every forceful thrust
stripped of her pride and dignity, just flesh she lay;
a stroll down the road, a mistake was it?
HATS OFF TO THIS !!!
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