Deviant Assault

Did he touch a cord? His outrage, his
Insults whet my curiosity. It's rustled my blouse;
I must recuperate through a frustrated drag
In a corner--what did he mean by that?
He is bugging me to the point
I must hurry home, I can't stay late to
Chat. I must retire to bed!
I know it's early, but it's so damn hot
In here, I just can't stay comfortable!
With a blur, I've entered my
Private realm, lock the front door
Turn off the phone
Drip my clothes to the floor
Then collapse into the warm bath
Water, incensing my unrequited desire.
I close my eyes, and let
My hands do the work, brushing
Every sensual morsel of my
Tortured body
Caressing my desperate breasts longing
For that knave to ravish my
Tender loneliness. I imagine him on top
Of me thrusting his brazen ego into
My helpless soul. I gasp with
Surrendering ecstasy, somewhere deep, I don't
Understand why I wanted his censored
Profanities to demean me
Why I needed this robber to take all
Of my strength from me
But it felt so good I melted in my
Dreams. But when I awoke, and dried, and walked
Past the bathroom mirror, I averted my eyes
In shame of using myself just because
That arrogant bastard said that filthy word,
"Fuck".