inside the mind of a rapist

         

inside the mind of a rapist
Current mood: bitchy
Category: Life

as a poet it was hard to put myself in the position of the feelings and mind of a rapist
especially when what they believe they are doing is okay......
being the victim of one most likely made it a little understanding it........
yes i write about love, life, about depression, about sex, about torment, about fantasies, but my most valuable poems besides love and depression is----victims and children.....so for me to flip the script was interesting...yet quite disturbing.......


simply this lifeless fragile body laying in front of my eyes
little child
my child
so pure
and never been touched
not from a real man
and not from a little boy
a  boy still discoveyring a real erection
i thank the lord i have the chance to endure my daughter
to show her how to please a man
an experienced man
i look at her underneath me
her body intoxicated with morfine
and she unaware the loss of her virginity
it wouldn't matter
in my families eyes she is a permiscuise young girl
due to my input
due to her first interest for this boy
who only just kissed her
months of her running from me
avoiding the chance we are alone in the rooms of this house
trying to seem scared
her body always trembling from my touch
fondling her amature clitorus
but the moist between her legs tells me she enjoys it
so religious she is
catholic she is
and in her mind adultry she committs
and i encourage her god is already mad at her
and she is a sin
and it would be a sin to tell my wife
which i still love
but age has taken a toll on her
and i no longer crave for her
i crave this little nieve girl i am on top of
i know she is to dumb to leave a trace
and she knows she makes the mistake of saying a thing
she will never have a family
her little disabled body
enough advantage for me to move inside of her
so doped up
she would stay asleep and still feel it
slowly i put my hand around my penis
grasping my hand around it
motioning it up and down
my eyes close shut
while the other hand is occupied
my fingers massaging the my fingers against her trapped shut walls
i kear her moan
moan in delight
well who wouldn't moan from my magical touch
her legs begin to clinch tight
but her disabled legs
not allowing it to move tight as she may wanted it to
to push away
i love when they play hard to get
knowing i get hard off my 10 inch dick
and i know she wants it
so i pull her panties down
and begin to enter her wound
i hear her screaming inside her head
but to my suprise she still aslleep
so i began moving in her
feeling the tempature of her vagina rise
tears pouring down her cheeks
it's probally the fact i'm popping her cherry
she is starting to awake
and i already came
so i rush putting my pants up
she yelping no get off
i look at her werid
she crying daddy get offbut she still awaking from her sleep
i tip toe to the door
take a peek out the door
i turn and look to see those eyes frighten of my sight
the sight of blood between her legs
i wet my body
massaging my dick
my mind in a trance
remebering how i took her innocence
and pondering when i'd do it again