He came like Death in the dead of night
Breezed through my window like dust
Then he looked straight at me with those devilish eyes
Eyes; that could strip down a woman without asking
He didn’t need to tell me,
Because I knew why he came
I hoped my screams would lead his ‘Tool’ to decay
But he had another weapon;
To change my volume to mute
My clothes were ordered off
So that he would be quick with his plans
So I did
And then he did,
He went crazy with his perverted deed
His ‘weapon’ gliding through me like knife
Only much more painful than knife
He enjoyed his performance
But I moaned in discomfort
Finally he freed me from his penetration
He was done pleasuring his desires
Through the same route from which he entered, he left
My eyes couldn’t move away from the window.
And I was alone, not knowing how to feel.
