Why I dislike Rod.

Held in your mendacious grip
Stuck fast between the two fires
-Of your parlous lust.
I yield.

Succumbing, death rattling, you slippery bastard.
I never asked for it, yes it is what I want.
Against my morals, I had begun to value you too.
Now this just fucking hurts.

I'd built love in an evening.
Now you shatter it ' Choking heart, in my throat.
As your hand pushes me down by the neck.
And I wished I could enjoy it.
It's over now. And I apologise.
See you didn't know I had this past.