New Whore

Gravel embeds itself in sore knees,
My weight pushing down on weak limbs.
I breathe into her nostrils to replace the smell of fear,
And she weeps gently from a natural gash.
Her eyes shut tight pronounce the ridges of her brow,
As beads of my sweat roll amongst them.
Her abdomen squeezing in instinctive resistance,
Unwillingly pleasuring me further.
She swallows hard long before I'm finished,
The lump in her throat pulsing as my cock,
Fluids being held back by both.
Muttering for her mother through bitten lips.
Virginity forcefully stolen,
As a new whore lies amidst brambles.
Her stomach warmed by the semen of a man
Whose face she never saw, and name she never knew
Who will never be forgotten