Mood:
a-okTopic: Poetry
6-6-06
truth be told
I’ve lost my spirit.
And as the future unfolds
I’ve began to fear it.
I can’t concentrate,
Or let go I am so afraid.
I’m full of hate,
Hate for all I’ve unmade.
I’ve lost my friends,
Who are closer than family.
My life is at an end,
And so I drink my tea.
The sky clouds over,
And the sun’s to disappear.
I dive for cover
Into the house’s rear.
The knock on my door,
It frightens me.
I fall to the floor
And I wish it’d let me be.
I take a shot of gin,
And pray it calms my nerves.
As I begin to think I’ll win,
Something clashes in and stares at my curves.
It grabs me and howls
As the rain starts its “tap,tap,tap.”
Then it starts to growl
And pulls me on its lap.
I start to scream
But it’s all in vain.
It’s all like a horrible dream.
I wonder what it hopes to attain.
Suddenly I’m on the floor
And it’s on top.
It wants me as a whore,
It wants a quick romp.
I punch and yell,
All to no avail.
My shirt’s torn off as
Buttons fly everywhere.
And it almost has
To be without a care.
It grabs my breasts
And paws at me.
It has a load of zest,
An awful load of energy.
My jeans are shredded into
A bunch of pieces.
I didn’t know what to do,
And its grip didn’t release.
It traced my panties,
Before pulling them off.
It loved that part of my anatomy,
And it really liked it rough.
I’ve lost my voice and I’m no
Longer that scared.
It started to show
Me how to turn me on… down there.
I was so pent up at
That point I threw off my own bra.
It smiled at that.
Then it licked me raw.
It ate me out and drove me wild.
Then sucked my nipple,
And I was anything but mild.
Then it fucked me ‘til I was crippled.
Then the sun came out
And he left through the door.
He left me shouting,
“NO! More, more, more!”
It came back, my
Masked prince of darkness, everytime a
A storm came on the sly.
And he leaves as the sun reclaims its day!
By Alanda McRae
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