Sex

Sex is sacred,

Sex is a scar,

Sex is a portal,

Sex is a bar.

In unacknowledged denials,

In unapologetic agreeance,

A noisy NO, produced in silence,

Eager affirmative, attentive in lenience.

Bodies of masterpiece,

Can so easily be ripped to shred,

Honoured and worshipped,

Like the Goddess of bed.

To feel a touch,

That no longer lingers,

An unwanted grasp,

She remembered the prod of each dirtily unwanted finger.

To take the body of another as your own,

She screams and cries,

In your sickening delight,

You are overjoyed as she continue to deny.

How could you dishevel such an experience?

To cause fear in each stranded stare,

How could you ever smile again?

Knowing was you did to her deeply unfair.

Sex is her decision,

But you chose to write this chapter,

Karma is real,

Brace for your imminent capture.

For through this portal,

Ever so abused,

This scar you created,

Grooving her used.

Sex is a bar,

Words couldn't express,

How dare you force her,

In others she still feels that sickening caress.

Sex, she takes it back,

For herself this time,

Maybe not yet,

But she finds peace in poetry with rhyme.