My lover is in my bed My most intimate secrets revealed for him to see To feel, to touch, to manipulate, to raise me up to ecstasy My lover is in my bed No a lover he cannot be It was a rapist who snuck in to rape me of my purity He penetrated thru to my chamber Unable to detect his deceit Although in my dream, I thought I saw him strangle the life out of me My rapist slipped quietly out of my bed Now again he roams the streets Already a victim did he find Already did he penetrate thru her chamber of purity And I, although at another victim's expense, I was finally freed.
Reason for writing:
This is an exaggerated way to express my experience. But I do feel really violated.
Birth sign: Virgo
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