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A woman struggles to be combative to get what she wants. She fails. |
| We arrive after sunset You grab my hand and lead me To our spot near the shore I follow you like a warrior trudging after the tribal chief in the darkness all senses sharpen like the tip of a spear I am wearing my battle mask so I may ask you about your promise to divorce your Muslim wife But instead I find myself listening to the throb throb throb between my legs getting louder and louder like savage drum beats signaling war I lose myself All i can hear is the thrusts of your hips rising and falling sweet violence between my legs stabbing into my soul everything around me pulsate and throb with my face unmasked i forget where i am i forget the woman warrior i never was and instead I want and wait for more. |