In the mud

He wore his cock like a crown

Grabbed my throat and held me down

Tore my clothes and span me round

Head in a puddle, I struggled and howled

I fought for my breath, “I don’t wanna drown”

He pulled my head out, and I lay on the ground

I blinked in the mud

He wore his cock like a crown

Revealing his majesty, slowly and proud

Like he can do anything - holy endowed

He slapped it against me and savoured the sound

As I struggled, his knuckles came pummelling down

My back and my kidney were grumbling now

I writhed in the mud

He wore his cock like a crown

Grabbed my hips and forced it right into me

The pain that I felt didn’t shade the humility

I tried to rise up, but got stuck on my knees

His grasp on my t-shirt restricted me instantly

I felt from behind that I’d started to bleed

I cried in the mud

He wore his cock like a crown

Proud of the rage he could use during sex

He pulled on my hair, and contorted my neck

Slapped on my arse, and masked it in red

I screamed and screamed, as he sped to his end

He came inside me and it spewed down my legs

I sighed in the mud

He wore his cock like a crown

Still hard from battle, but pulsating and sore

He threw me my knickers, placating his whore

I was stuck in position like a weight on the floor

He leant over to kiss me, but I didn’t need him for more

I told him goodbye, and as rain started to pour

I came in the mud