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Stereotypical male
with a sheepish grin
standing
stalking
right behind me.
I will not run,
I am not afraid!
He grabs for me,
spins me around
to smell his smile
and soak in his presence -
what a feeling of apathy
we give each other
in different forms.
He pulls at my clothes.
I try to resist
but my efforts are useless -
his chemistry overpowers me
does he enjoy these little power trips?
I am naked before him,
shivering
from the wind.
I am not as vulnerable
as I appear.
I have a poison
I will be happy to share with him...
knock me down
throw me down
climb on! climb on!
I am down.
Move in...
Enter me...
he gives me all he has
completely ignorant
to all that I have
He laughs.
He thinks he has won.
He withdraws
from my person
and covers his shame.
'Was it good for you?' he asks.
I wipe a tear from my eye.
'No,' I whisper.
He laughs again
and begins to leave.
'You are a brave man,' I call after him,
'Raping someone with AIDS...' 
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