Rapine

He held me down
Pinned my hands
Above my head
I did not cry
Once.
I was far away
Hovering somewhere
Near the ceiling fan
My muscles were
Cold, quite like the
Dead fish that float
In polluted waters
Being carried into the
Mouths of larger fish
I watched from a distance
His sweaty muscular back
His ugly heathen grunts
His round thrusting buttocks
Two mounds of impertinence
I felt guiltily aroused
A curious voyeur of my
Strange destiny.
I am still far away
From the smell of him
His chimeric bulging eyes
Drawing pleasure from the
Thought of his domination
He never ever had me
He never penetrated me
I vaginated him.