He'll moan into her neck
and tell her to turn around
or gently place his hands
right on her shoulder
left on her hip
and turn her body away from his

And she'll say nothing
but her mouth sitting open
and tongue laying dead and abandoned
has questions

and he'll moan even more
push her head down
pull her skirt up
and triumphantly make her look
like just another body part

and she'll bite her lip
her face pressed into blankets
and pillows
that smell of sweat and cologne
and hope the blood flows from her lip
before the tears flow from her eyes