His breath felt like acid as it fanned over my face.
I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest as if it wanted to break open my rib cage.
His touch was hot, like lava seeping over the earth.
He invaded my body like the Vikings, Wessex.
He plundered my treasures and stole my purity.
His stench and sweat coated my me- like the glaze of a doughnut.
And to him- that\'s all I was.
A desert to be tasted.
Something to chew in his mouth.
But food is wasted.
On a man who has no respect,
For a woman- or himself.