You can't rape the willing

He had a obsession over that prized possession,
grasping and masking her in a will of her own
he took his warm hands and stroked her
smiled sinesteringly, and exhaled on the childs neck
and thrashed himself at the half dead coarpse.

That lustful man, covered and smothered in denim attire
he went at what he needed to do continuing without seize
his victim, helpless and still, sighed in despair
still moaning from the previous hour
and she herself groaning at her own sight.

It was a disgusting stench of which he breathed,
tobacco and alchohol, drugs and caffeine gallore
who knows what lies crawl and stalk within him
but only when you get sucked in
you know the way out

The girl now, limp with exhaustion, heard her final call
she gave in and the man grined as he licked her neck
she screamed softly, whimpered only softly
she opened her eyes
and smiled pathetically

He grasped onto her shoulders
and ripped off her blouse with the most evil
the man pulled his pants down slowly
the girl surprisingly pulled herself closer to him hanging on a thread of life
and said, "You can't rape the willing."

She smiled and fell over dead in sight
the man let the girl fall and scarped away srivilingly
he took off only in a flash, quick to his might
to find two lights from her eyes
leading to his demise.