Sincerity

He takes advantage of sincerity,    
This leaves me craving sympathy and love.    
I won't forgive such wrongs; let me be free  
Of such behaviour - how can I rebuff,  
When I have been exposed? I'm shown in lights  
That were so hostile, they soon seared my soul;  
I won't react to all the petty slights  
That he imposes to achieve his goal.  
   
The door-bell rings again: it makes me start;  
I peer out through the drapes, my candle snuffed;  
Seeing him soaked right through, my black eyes dart;  
Invisibly I've called to him, and bluffed  
Him for a minute; yet, he's bound to pass  
My room and find me undressed: his recourse  
Could be to push me back - his lust won't fast  
A moment longer: it feeds intercourse.  
   
I'd seek the door myself, but, held and bared,  
His sword seeks my moist scabbard; once deployed  
He thrusts into the passage and declares:  
It is the tightest fit he has enjoyed;  
That male blade presses in to take again -  
He'll have his way - forget diplomacy;  
Now, I must bite my tongue, for it is plain:  
He'll take advantage of sincerity.