The dark poem in a male perspective. He Takes what he wants, literally, whether she likes it or not.
crouched hiding amongst the brush
eyes shift side to side
adrenaline coursing through my veins
breathing in the night air heavily
the lamp light flickers from a distance
her shoes clicking the ground with each step
my mouth begins to water
body lit like fire
i squirm
hunger growing with each step
nearer… come nearer…
my prey
insanity and raw need creeping in
so close i can no longer stand it
leaping out
she screams
pinning her
she struggles
gagging her
she cries
my body tingles in delight
she’s mine
grabbing her skirt
yanking it away
she won’t need that
she’s mine
the beast inside escapes
pants at my knees
spreading her thighs
our chests heaving
her eyes
so vulnerable
my prey
she’s mine
thrusting i take her
over and over
her tears start to fade
her body goes limp
but i don’t care
she’s mine
i use her
so close
the release calls to me
i need it
pulling her closer
i crush her beneath me
the release sweeping over my body
the electric wave of pleasure
she cries
thumb at her cheek
i kiss her tears
so beautiful
she’s mine
i pull away
i dress
never letting her go
i take her
pull her
guide her away
back behind the brush
back further to the car
tieing her
blinding her
throwing her inside the car
she’s mine
starting the car
she tries to scream
tries to kick
music to my ears
how i want her
i speed into the night
she’s mine at last
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