Darkness fall. A soft rain patters outside.
He takes me, sharp pain, too much–I squirm and gasp and try to move away,
But his hands are inexorable
Drawing me to him
Shuddering, tears threaten
The sharp pain that gives way to the dull ache that brings shameful convulsions–
Involuntary, not building but crashing through
How from the depths of my body pleasure can be ripped from me with the hands of a thief
How the pain is almost more than I can bear but the endorphins race through me
And I shudder,
and I surrender,
and I give.