Author Topic: A Lovers Spat (And What It May Cost)  (Read 1761 times)

Offline rockie00

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A Lovers Spat (And What It May Cost)
« on: October 13, 2011, 02:30:03 AM »
[size=1A Lovers Spat

It was one of those nights, so silky and smooth,
A moonlit sky, only meant to sooth.
She ran out on a whim, from a terrible fight,
How she cried, what he said, to have caused her flight.
But it didn't matter now as she ran and she ran,
She had only emotion, she hadn't a plan.
She cried and she fled, down street after street,
Till she found herself lost, with no means of retreat.
In her panic she turned, time and aga'in,
searching a sign, a path,  her domain.
But alas she was lost, this was her sin,
As that silky moon waned, and the night settled in.
He had watched her for hours, was it chance, was it fate?
He, a creature of the night, she, irresistible bait.
He caressed her from afar, with eyes that were wild,
Could she be, he wondered, taken and beguiled?
She was long of leg, and full of breast.
Her hips were perfect to fulfill his quest.
He would take her now, whiles she's far from her realm,
He would board her ship of beauty, and he would take the helm.
The footsteps were closing, she dare not look around,
spiked heels clicking, eyes glued to the ground.
She needed an open door, a person, a car,
But it was too late, and she had wandered too far.
Her speed was increasing, his footsteps followed suit,
His breathing was labored as she searched for her route.
It was then that she felt his leather covered hand,
Across her mouth, around her waist, her nightmare began.
Backwards in the ally, she was dragged in a flash,
She screamed "No" in his palm, among the rubble and trash.
The coldness of the bricks as she was trapped against the wall,
His hands on her hips, as he began to maul.
He ripped her dress from her shoulders, "You're my whore tonight."
He slid it down over her hips, "And you'd better be very tight."
The roughness of his fingers made her shiver with fear,
between her breast, across her belly, to what she held most dear.
He made short work of her panties and bra,
"Now turn around whore, let me see you in the raw."
Fear turned to sorrow as she meekly made the turn,
Eyes widened, cock hardened, he began to feel the burn.
With a handful of hair, she was forced to her knees,
He unzipped his trousers, she whimpered "No" please.
With her hot, sweet lips stretched around his meat,
She choked and she gagged, and he was replete.
On elbows and knees, she was pushed to the ground,
his hand round her thigh, taking hold of her mound.
She called out for her man, who was miles away,
Oh why did she run ,  why didn't she stay?
Her hips in his hands, his cock hard as stone,
She pleaded for mercy, she begged to postpone.
But her rapist ignored her, his focus was pure,
He was the sickness, and she was the cure.
He invaded her body, with absolute malice,
She felt split in two by his thundering phallus.
He pumped and she screamed, as he filled her with  steel,
Her mind not responding, it was all so surreal.
He worked very hard to serve this beautiful whore,
he growled, as she moaned and finally hollered for more.
It wasn't her fault, called the voice from inside,
Her fear was all gone, her resistence had died.
Her pleasure was mounting, her arousal was high,
terror turned erotic, no more questions of why.
No more pain in her knees, her elbows or palms,
Just a slow fire building, that would leave her no qualms.
His glistening sweat rained down on her back,
as he brought her so close and then took her back.
With his cock in her belly, and  fingers on her clit,
She begins the  journey through her shivering fit.
She cried "Turn me over, let me see my assault,
He flipped her and fucked her, and watched her exalt.
Her nude body quaked, like a fit or a sizure,
She bellowed in ecstacy,  he continued to please her.
And that is the lesson of a young lovers spat,
If you run out da house, know where you're at.

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Re: A Lovers Spat (And What It May Cost)
« Reply #1 on: May 17, 2013, 10:03:54 PM »
I am not the biggest fan of poetry, but this one, I enjoyed. I 'felt' the victim's anger, fear, hopelessness then resignation. The 'icing' on the cake? The ending...quite a lesson to learn. Thank you. ;)
"Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." – (Dune)

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Re: A Lovers Spat (And What It May Cost)
« Reply #2 on: April 07, 2017, 12:54:23 AM »
Another reading for anyone who missed.