Weak, stupid, vain and powerless
She was responsible, asking for it
Putting it all on show
He claimed it was consensual
He undressed her with a look
She wanted to be mastered, to be controlled
She was a wanton, unchaste, a slut
When weighed in the scales of justice
Like a greasy pot, she was open to be being scourged
Her nails, the colour of boiled lobster claws
She was gagging for it, lips as red as sin
Her crotch, a perfect ring for his probing finger
She was an undulating sea, tossing the boat of his back
Her nipples were grapes, tweaked by countless men
Her tongue was a flicker of flame
Her womb, a quicksand
And that is why he stooped above her
Like a bird of prey, ready to fell and feed
She needed to be taught a lesson
Again and again he drove the point hard home
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