Flickering Grape

My inner light is flickering and unable to shine
I do down time in more than the wrong way
To me its visiting despair and placing the blame
on myself in anger, resenting people who don't see.
He called me into his lair like he usually would just to pass
him, food, remote or a cup. But this time I was delighted to find
 his armoured body undressed, a dirty gleam in his eye,
demanding I bend over. This guy who despises the
 every essence of me, wanting me to yeald in his takeover, alive
as the bright buzzing lamp across the bed, I arch my back,
beg to give him head. Unfortunately for us this needn't be,
just thrust of his Cock, he cries as he climbs deep, inside of me.
After which, I want to cradle him to my breast and hold him tighter
as he presses his pleasure out from my treasure, stabs in the heart
of great astounding messaure, he darts in leaking sin, guilty of milking
 in my a pulsating grape. He is the messiah and I peel anything away
 just to be pleased again by him, blissfully agape. I wait in vain.