I dreamt he was on top of me (again);

Clawing out his desperate needs

From my skin; branding his hellish

Desires in burn-marks across my thighs

As he rubs forcefully against me.

My stomach recoiling in sickened

Agony as his panting breath breezes

Across my face, and I gasp in

Contaminated air. Ribs aching under

The deadweight that is oh-so-alive

His fingers needling inside me like

Angry daggers and doctor's jabs.

And my breath ragged from fear

And pain as his excited pants grow

In ecstasy and he collapses on me

And sleeps like an overgrown baby.