Dry Fuck

In the darkness of night, his desire so strong
I longed for his touch, his love so wrong
Forced into me before I was ready
Painful and raw, his actions unsteady

I begged for lube, but he said no
His pleasure above mine, it hurt me so
Each thrust cutting deep, tears fell
But he continued, under his spell

The pain, the pleasure, intertwined
His selfishness, his need, defined
I questioned myself, am I weird to love
The feeling of his cock, a push and a shove

For me, the discomfort, the pain
For him, the pleasure, the gain
But deep down, i wanted to be fucked dry
To be forced, to endure, each night with cry

Eventually, I would be wet enough
to take it comfortably, in the rhythm
but the first few minutes were always the best
because every stroke hurt, a violent mayhem

The pleasure hidden in the pain
The darkness that still remains
Am I weird to love the feeling of his cock
Before I'm ready, before I unlock