(*TW* sexual abuse, rape) A poem of different perspectives. A new style and topic for me. |
Heightening senses as you catch his eye. Seeing the look on his face. Watching, as he moves closer. Shivering, as he draws you near. Realizing what's coming next. Hearing his voice, whispering your name. The grasp of his hands, holding you tight. Feeling his breath against your neck. His lips pressed to your mouth. The touch of his skin against yours. Thinking he won't ever leave you. Believing it might last forever. Knowing that you'll never forget. Adventure. Passion. Joy. Comfort. Heightening senses as you catch his eye. Seeing the look on his face. Watching, as he moves closer. Shivering, as he drawss you near. Realizing what's coming next. Hearing his voice, whispering your name. The grasp of his hands, holding you tight. Feeling his breath against your neck. His lips pressed to your mouth. The touch of his skin against yours. Thinking he won't ever leave you. Believing it might last forever. Knowing that you'll never forget. Danger. Pain. Terror. Torment. Two paths collide, two lives join. Two similar stories, two sides to a coin. If you read only half then you'll fail to see. Just how different these stories can be. |