The Rapist
(Or The Moment’s Spurt)
A moment’s spurt and then it’s over!
Gone, kaput,
Put nowhere where no one is grateful.
Over till the next sex blurt
Of high testosterone takes over,
Wits a twisted brutal brute.
Cock raised high – or not
That shot of lust bursts in.
Do rapists think they win?
Do they not feel tired after
Someone’s daughter?
Fornication; violent violation
For the stupid spurt’s ejaculation?
It is so simple: lesson done:
You rape no one!
Any moron knows that fact.
There’s no sex act
That vindicates coercion.
Leave the semen deep within.
Leave the women! (end of sentence).
The whole is over in a minute.
Think of something else to do
When raping’s impulse comes into you.
Think of yogurt, think of dirt
Think of concerts, Uncle Bert.
Think of anything but hurt.
It is at most a moment’s spurt.
The Rapist 3.5.2018 Circling Round Eros II; Nature of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin
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