Poem 56: Unspoken Complaints

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The red room of pain was opened
The fear escaped from her lungs.
Her body shivered with affright
Her innocence was raptured.

Every parts of her skin was fondled
Fingers navigated her crotch.
Grasped by the enraging arms
and savaged her sensitive spot.

Eyes were full of fervor pleasures
Ravaged the parts that no one had seen. 
Pushing and pulling until he was satisfied.
Thrusting the stork against her burrow.

Stop is not a word for him.
As he simultaneously repeated his action.
He howled with pleasure and contentment
when he started again his selfish journey.

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