
| Pled
Author: Random Acts of Violence he climbs up on you and adjusts his stance / feels for your zipper and roughly pulls off your pants
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 174 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 09-05-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2844929
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There's nothing to say
When you don't want to talk
Nothing to reveal, no reason to gawk.
But there's something to say
When it needs to be said
But how can you say "I wish I was dead"?
Maybe not dead, but you recall how you pled
Pled as you were held down in that fucking bed
Pled as you wished someone else in your stead
Pled as you felt that feeling of dread
Numbing fear as you watched him near
Felt him touch as he clutched his beer
He climbs up on you and adjusts his stance
Feels for your zipper and roughly pulls off your pants
He relishes your fear and it's no mere glance
That he has as he continues his forceful advance
So now this thing is not unsaid, but you still can't forget how you pled
Pled as you were held down in that fucking bed
Pled as you wished someone else in your stead
Pled as you felt that feeling of dread
Pled.
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