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Click herehis whispering, words; I cannot deny
my loathing of his voice, of his too persistent
fingers, drumming, dum-ditty-dum
strip, he says, and - scowling - I ask why
I should tolerate his sick, perverted lust
his whispering, words; I cannot deny
the way my exposed flesh seems to hum
with anticipation of unsought pleasure
fingers, drumming, dum-ditty-dum
stop, I say, but his kisses make me sigh
my breasts are in my hands, my breath echoes
his whispering, words; I cannot deny
the delicious heat provoked, his questing thumb
possessive, between, within, against my clit
fingers, drumming, dum-ditty-dum
I hate you, I cry, lost in invitation
no matter how I fight, my thoughts become
his whispering, words; I cannot deny
fingers, drumming, dum-ditty-dum
The villanelle structure amplifies the rhythm in a very sinister way.
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