He brushed her hair off her shoulders
He skimmed his fingertips across her neck
He traced her freckles down to her low collared blouse and slowly unbuttoned his imagination
He had seen her body before, he practiced where he’d place his hands
Yet He told her
“it's the beauty on the inside that counts”
she felt secure knowing that
He let her believe all he wanted was her
out of innocence and ignorance she believed that she was good enough
She was a package deal: kind, funny and intelligent
yet he saw her as his five course meal: mouthwatering, dainty, sexually elegant
The edge of his lips quivered at the thought of her
but He wanted more than the mirage of her figure
He couldn't stand watching from afar
so he decided to get closer
closer than she was used to
grabbing her arm, he yanked her body against his
politely she tried pulling away
but his grip tightened and his lust heightened
he tore her shirt simultaneously ripping her dignity
her skin turned cold as reality kicked in
where she felt like something, he reminded her she was nothing
he left imprints on her body where hands shouldn't be
he unraveled her clothes when she expected him to unravel her soul
she wanted trust, so she could finally open up to him
yet by force he opened her legs and took something without asking
yelling out “no” didn’t help
he tugged her hair and said “do what i say”
she shivered as she wept and tried to crawl away
his words stung her face
she burnt red with tears in her eyes
unmindful of how heedlessly painful his spank would be as a “surprise”