Drenched in Dishonor

Powerless
against his hands, rough
and packed with tobacco
itching beneath the callouses.
Hopeless
against his lips, rough
and stained with discomfort.
Emotionless
against my breast fondled
and distorted with disgust
laced under his nails.
Uncleanly
his tongue
traces the lines of my hips
moving upward in uncertain agony.
Abused
with his pet names,
cat calls and sexually naive burps.
Sitting on the porch,
a bud in his grip,
sipping on petifile sweetness,
licking the foam,
bubbling around the rim.
Gruff and distorted
pinning me to a spring chair
splinters sticking into my spine
Disaster strikes
with a swipe of his beard.
Powerless
against his palms, tough
and curling around my skin
Churning hate behind my eyes.
I'm drenched in your dishonor
and feeling quite
powerless....