Forced Entry

Just the facts ma'am...

So, where should I begin?
You should know that he forced his way in,
blocked the door with his shoe,
where he came from no clue,
tight jeans with a know-it-all grin.

You were where it is you always go.
I could wait, but you don't ever show.
He poured us a drink,
stood me up by the sink,
stirred fast, but he sipped me so slow.

It was ten after ten I should think.
His features weren't all that distinct.
Six foot two, eyes were blue
with a barbed wire tattoo.
When I shuttered, he gave me a wink.

I said, "Take what you must and please leave!"
Then, I gasped as he fingered my sleeve.
He popped off my watch,
put his face in my crotch,
and said, "Babe, you smell hot to conceive."

"Sir, you must be quite out of your head.
My husband's upstairs in our bed."
He sneered at the lie,
so wickedly sly.
"Let's fuck on your carpet instead."

His vehemence gave me a thrill
like a savage imposing his will.
He ripped off my dress
and made me confess
that I secretly stopped taking the pill.

"Hold up!" cried my husband, the cop.
"Did you not tell this rapist to stop?"
He put down his pen,
tucked his tent pole back in...
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I forgot."

The smirk on his face softly grew,
till I started to laugh with him too.
"I need not have asked.
Without removing your mask,
I knew by the scent it was you!"

We screwed in the station's back room.
"That was fun, let's go home and resume!"
We hopped in the car,
didn't go very far.
The baby will be here in June.