Prepared to Swallow

He dropped his pencil
and I picked it up
and then he dropped it again
I looked up
as he looked down
my shirt

That was my first hint of reality

Kissing me on the mouth
a tongue probing to penetrate
I hit and kicked then
he released me

That was my second taste of reality

Drinking a bit too much
I lay down on a friend’s bed
waking up with my pants half-down
a man next to me

Begging me to swallow reality

Burning and aching
pleading for him to stop
then lying listless
beneath his fuck

He forced me to swallow reality