With every stroke she drowned.
With every touch she felt her body suffocate and she couldn’t control it.
He did not hold her right, he did not touch her correctly.
She was a piece of meat to him, as much as he said he cared his touch said another story.
As she layed there allowing him to touch her body her mind drifted away. Thoughts of joy, life, flowers. Anything that could deter her from being in that moment.
She wanted him to wait, yet he took what he wanted.
With every stroke she drowned, hoping to come up for air.
On his final stroke a tear just flowed through her face. A tear of regret, pain, anger, destruction.
With every stroke she drowned wishing it would end so she could breathe again.