Nasty Thing

It's such a nasty word I can't even say it I don't know why or how he could even dae it It felt so wrong it made me feel dirty washing myself to feel clean maybe twenty times or thirty I felt so used I felt so bad when my torment was over I was glad Was it my fault? maybe I was to blame if I was someone else and not me would things have been the same? as my fiance I thought it was his right but when it first started I did try to put up a fight Words can't expain how I felt all I could do was cry leaving me in bed asking myself why It's so violent and dirty that nasty thing called R*** all I wanted to do was run away to escape