Near Miss

He had wanted to rape me
There was malice in his phallus
I had meant to spoil his fun
I had meant to foil his plan
He had tried to pull a stunt
On his hunt for my cunt
But he failed,
Oh how he wailed !
I was very practical
The disease was tropical
I knew he couldn’t check
To go below deck
He’d only got a kiss
And I, a rapist hiss

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