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Click hereHe came to her at night, tired after work
Dawn nearing, her pregnant body still.
He lied beside her, stripped off all courtesy
Eyeing the sleeping tablets in disgust
She said it helped her sleep,
He thought it an excuse to keep him away
From her: Her supple self,
As if moulded and born just for his desire
He ran a hand across her belly,
Mind going places, turning his hands jelly
He straddled her, pushing him closer
Body barely reacting as nipples are sucked
His foreskin in her lips,
He moved to and fro
His hands probing her depths,
Her hole surprisingly wet, slick and tasteful
He finally pushed himself inside,
Her body lying side by side
She wouldn't mind, she should understand
Thus soothed. The temptation, hard to ignore
Not being able to take it anymore,
This egregious act of pure ecstasy
An act of abuse, both frightening
And arousing to him
Which only he might know of,
A shared memory between father and child
He loved his wife, he would still do
Though this act improved his libido
This wouldn't be impressed,
nor discussed further between them
He was sure she would forget, this
Morbid fantasy; Of simulated rape
Using his wife's body for sex, without bothering for permission
He still missed her, he thought,
His desire getting satisfied
She had never been so ready for him,
Not before being ready for a child
He should stop, but he can't.
Erection prevents his heart from compassion
So he raises himself, struggling to pry open
His beautiful wife's ass cheeks
As he pummels into her, as gently he can
Not wanting to harm her or their unborn child
He sees his wet prick, sliding in and out
The sight driving him mad instantly
He wants his wife to hold him, screaming sexual need, as she always did on his thrusts
Uttering the filthiest words in Bihari possible, which would shame even ace politicians
But all he could do now was use her limp self,
To gratify himself and his cursed soul
And stare menacingly, one last time
At those accursed sleeping pills by the stool.