Him Poem by Sanika kkk

When he asks,
"Are you tired? "
Nod your head
and he'll pursue more tenderly.
Show him your aching temples
and he'll kiss them lightly
making them hammer more menacingly.
Shut your eyes tight and
He'll start undressing you.
Plead him to stop
And he'll coax you to comply.
When you sense his face mad
with delirium and eyes gone frenzied;
that time you get scared.
And then he'll feed on your fears,
first urgently and then furiously,
he will satisfy his machismo.
He will ravage you while you lie limp
your passiveness will infuriate him,
but will guide him towards the insatiable climax.
Then like a used up protection
He will push you aside and
Turn in his bed and lie,
while you lay silently whimpering,
Cold from the outside,
Bleeding from the inside.
Then he will grunt
And it will be your cue
To pat your protector,
Till he falls asleep,
Till your arm screams.
And then you sleep.
And then you dream.
Of you becoming him.