It hurts?

The Cotten felt foreign
As he penetrated her skeleton
In the cold moonlight streaming through the curtains

Her skin blanketed with goosebumps
As she’s arched her back
And clawed at his skin

Her lips felt cold
and her tounge made him wince

As she pushed back littered clothing
With chipped- polished toes

As their shadows grew smaller
On her bare white walls
He let out a sigh
As he violated her