It Hurts

Laying here in pain; nothing covering, my
 clothes laid to waste~
Awaiting the next assault of agony- one after
 the other they're chased
I can feel the shock that he sends coursing
 through~
I hold my breath, grit my teeth and hope...
 there's nothing else I can do
Laying on my front, all he wants is the place
 in the back~
My arms held tight along my sides, my face
 at the edge mat
I see his shoes come toward me from beneath
 half-mast lids~
I also memorize the place on which they stand
 the tile set in grids
His hand touches my skin causing ripples to chase
 each other... bottom to top~
Hoping that soon he'll be spent ... until when the
 next time he's not
I feel the slickness of the gelatinous mass that
 he rubs on from behind~
Before attacking again in quick thrusts like an
 ever long grind.
Over and over I feel him impale me with his woody
 hard spear~
Oh, just finish me off and be done...! PLEASE!!!
 I'd plead if only you'd hear
Leather on my wrists and more on my legs, ch
 chilled air on my bare feet~
Suddenly wetness covers my backside  making
 my heart skip a beat
Attacking again and again- his smile making
 his intentions very clear~
I'm not sure how much longer he'll decide
 keep me here
He allows the stickiness of the goo to spread
 out along my skin~
I can no longer tell -one minute to the next-
 whether it's out or in
At least he's considerate and cleans me up after he
 makes me dirty and wet~
As I'm tethered in place like a potential wayward
 pet

Come get me!!! See what he has done... All the while I
 waited for you~
When you come in don't be alarmed by all the blood.. you
 see.... Its just Woody giving me a tattoo.