I have to pay you
to have sex with me
on a regular basis
night after night
you pound into me
while I just lay there
in pain, unsatisfied
discomfited
with your onion-laced breath
breaking raspedly
on my neck
or your nails
gouging into the tender skin
on my back
as you release into me
the making of a monster
in my womb
who I will be blamed for
should anything deviate
from your grand plan for men?