His Hands

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Cold cement on my back,

Hands held tight,

His hand roams my body,

Hard kisses down my neck,

Painful bites over my neck and shoulders,

I shove and fight

He sees it as a game.

There's no escape..

Held close 

Touched all over

his hand up mu shirt

My voice is gone

all i can do is hide as he smiles....

What do i do?


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