Drunk love/Guilty Pleasure

by Hollywood   Nov 28, 2009


Long distance
What's so important?
When you're in love alone?
Walking the dark and narrow road alone?
My heart
My love
Some one I once knew
Drinks every day
He is at the bar and I don't know what to do
While I am taking care of the kids and the house
He is out there drinking and having a good ol' time
All my boys are beautiful
and one is becoming more aware of my saddened and pale
colored face even more every single day.

When he gets home were all in bed
But I can hear him for awhile and I pull up the covers over my head
to his monster looking face.
After awhile I don't hear him any more
Then the covers that once were hiding me slowly slides off
and his monstrous hand finds it's way along my body

Pulling my shirt above my head
I start to cry then he tells me to shut up
I can't I am afraid of what I know is going to happen
His large hand cups my breasts
Placing my nipples in between his fingers
Lowering his mouth to them and licking and sucking
I start to cry louder but his other hand
covers my shaky mouth.

My body begins to grow numb
I can't feel my body
He takes my hand and slides it down his pants
I never wanted this to happen
But he is drunk and I can't fight him off
He slowly brings his lips to mine
Kissing me so soft and sweetly but I try to push him
off of me, there he slaps me!

All of a sudden the door cracks a little bit
and a tiny yet large shadows forms over my husband
Over his drunk body
Then a loud bang and there is blood flowing on top of me
I am crying I haven't noticed how loud I was crying until
He was dead.

It's finally two A.M. and the police just got here
Long distance
Never possible
When there out getting
drunk just to come home
to rape you.

That's their guilty pleasure.

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