The door slightly ajar and peering deep inside
As the woman says no to this strong intruder
His hands around her neck as tremendous loser
Ripping off dignity without internal pride

Forcing her crying soul to submit insolence
As the mental straining to keep her sad spirit
Through this senseless acting of callous, wrongful fit
Towards the beautiful, the graceful innocence

The big grin on his face once the ordeal finished
Checking in the mirror for any hair crooked
And leaving satisfied with a laughter wicked

After the physical will come up diminished
Her emotions to care, this needless suffering
The monster to turn in with handcuff smothering