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Exhaustive Cautions

Arriving home late from her 12th consecutive
long night,
weary, emotions stirring, mind blurring,
kitten purring for nightly cat nip,
unfortunately her bowl was empty,
parking in the same spot marked “reserved”,
hers was a tumultuous day,
six inch black pumps,
platinum heels scrapped the pavement as she labored
to the front door, insert key, finally she was home…

Now gone from her recent memory was the stress
of working 9a to 11p,
she journeyed into the kitchen for a slice of Heaven,
Angel food cake,
minutes fade, her plate clean,
she began running a bubble bath,
scolding was the preference,
undressing standing facing the mirror
was her favorite arousing ritual,
not conceited, but attracted to her visual,
almost addicted,
physical beauty goddess-like, practically innocent,
and though the night, like the water was hot,
steamy,
filled with a newness seemingly never to grow old,
the room was cold due to her bedroom window,
which she swore she closed,
being open or maybe she just forgot…

Now an hour into the morning,
finishing her second glass of wine,
she noticed outside it was storming, pouring,
like sweat during passionate sex turned violent,
which she loved, but only with “him”,
her gem in the rough,
whom she’d grown to trust with her essence,
her loneliness growing making her desire his presence,
she picked up the phone, the tone dead,
looking to see if it was unplugged,
reaching around the dresser, bending over
a strong shove knocked her to the ground,
“Bitch, stay down, if you make a sound I’ll kill you!”
a masculine voice proclaimed,
similar to an insane psychopath,
afraid,
she refrained from responding until
he forced her face into the floor,
after he tore her panties off,
just before he placed the gun barrel at her temple,
“Bitch this can be difficult or simple,
lay here and take it or prepare for you funeral,”
he stated,
she now half-naked pondered the eventual penetration,
how the violation would effect her,
she wonder if she was clever would he reject her,
she responded, “I have HIV, please reconsider, and…”
she then grew immediately silent after he hit her,
turned her over,
placed his hand on her throat,
choked her almost until she fainted,
though she felt degraded it was better than dying
so she tolerated the happening…

Its was happening,
he entered her body without permission,
seeking a place for redemption, temporary escape,
she laid silent,
thinking of a still place,
each detached thrust threatened to break her will,
vagina pulsating, soar,
slightly bleeding from the ravaging,
savagery personified, amplified by the stranger atop her,
wanting to scream,
vision worsened by the stream of tears flowing,
knowing it was almost over calmed her nerves in a surreal manner,
“You’re a beautiful Bitch,” he attempted to flatter
her with meaningless words during his condom-less climax…

She still trying to exist in confinements of the abstract,
lay there, her head hurting from the pulling of her hair,
her pride stripped,
her confidence vanished,
her lip swollen,
her body nearly broken…

“How did you like the experience of role-playing?”,
her husband asked…
Smiling, she replied,
“Remarkable, it was painfully golden, can we do it again?”