moments before an apology...

and where are you going?
I had had enough,
and where have you been?
What's it to her?
Her well aimed slap is pointless,
She screams a blood curdling velocity,
She walks away storming lightening; torrential.
Now I want to fuck her,
Primal conquering denied,
Ancient tribal lust lost into thick pungent air,
And nowhere to thrust.
Who will she grudge fuck tonight?
Poor fucker won't know it’s because of me,
How drunk will he be?
Will she demand pity and condolences and comfort?
How drunk will he think she is?
Will he use that to spread her legs?
Will she play that against him?
Should I take revenge?
Should I kill him?
I am the one she’s really fucking,
I guess I should thank him.