The unexpected

I was asked to post this poem I wrote a while ago as it relates to the previous post. Here goes...

Intercourse

She has become opened
Wide as he glides his way into her
She has unlocked the mental block of control
Allowing him to feel her up with his words
His gift has impressed her
His moans has suppressed her
He has censored who he really is
She cannot see because he is into her
She has had the pleasure to be in the presence of him
So he goes hard
He enters into her circle of life
Penetrating her ideals
Sucking each and every inch of what she saw as true
He infiltrates and delegates himself to enter into her privacy
She has given a piece of herself to him
She has allocated access to her mind
But when his system shuts down
She is left with unfinished business
He has done nothing but come
In and out of her life
He whispers in her ear
Of what once was thought to be real
That she should know the deal
And in time she would heal
From the continuous hits of hurt
He has dominated her into believing in him
Her hands are tied on the post
As he makes aggressive movements
But there are no signs of improvements
So she tries to release herself
Letting go of the things that kept her onto him
She is free
But he holds her down to complete his mission of destruction
But she scratches all the memories of disappointment
Because now she has taken control
No longer will his positions be tolerated
She hits him harder, faster, stronger than he has to her
He has become tired
Not realizing the power of what she has had in the beginning
He tried to impregnate her with his lies and foolishness
But she has protected herself from his disease recognized as BS
The epidemic killer of relationships known for those like him to have
He came
But she came harder
She drenched him with her fluids of wisdom
She has seen his kind before
The ones that go hard in the beginning
But when they meet a challenge they go limp
She needed someone that would last longer
Someone that was a bit stronger
One that was able to hold her down as he could not
So she released him from her presence
As his purpose was only for deliverance
The lubricant of tolerance for stupidity has been washed off
She is now content
And she is glad that she did not prevent him from meeting her
As she now knows what his type has to offer, if anything more.