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He came out. On top.

I woke with a thud. And him on top of me.
Thrusting fervently. At my limp body.

Red shirt ripped open. Jeans on the floor.
Puke down my side. A faraway closed door.

The sweat from his stench. Sticks to my confusion.
I close my eyes n try to fight. †Hoping itís a delusion.

Startled, he pushes me down. Trying to finish.
Before my female weakness overpowers his conscience.

I win, he retreats.
But really, he won.
Written by Mrembo
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