He pinned her against the wall,
Gripping her hands ever so tightly.
She held fear within her gaze,
Yet enjoyed the commotion slightly.
Perhaps she liked the fun, the thrill,
Of being stripped against her will.
The intoxicating haze the night had brought,
The fear, the rush of being caught.
She did not move, nor did she scream,
As he leaned closer to her lips.
Still wet and dripping, like fine wine,
Her eyes glowed, a feast divine.
She spoke in whispers, Take it slow,
Follow the music, let it flow.
He pulled her close, by her waist,
Ssshh girl, there's no time for rest.
She read it in her books, now felt it hard,
As he traced deeper, word for word.
Every breath, an agony of love and pain,
Together they crept through lovers lain.