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Beautiful Nightmare

   Chains tied to my body laced up to this rusty bed.    
   Stuck in the fantasies of a disturbed man.  
   His hands slightly caressing my locks.  
   Then feeling my soft skin.  
   Scared to even scream because of fear of him taking my breath away with his cold hands.  
  Afraid to even cringe in the likes of a monster.    
  Afraid that if I even try to escape from his Maze of a place that, that knife would Pierce me to my final resting place.    
   But I stared into his cold eyes and began to have solace for him.  
 The man with no soul.  
 The man with no conscience.    
The man with no emotions.    
The man with no love in his heart. Maybe my worst nightmare can be my long awaited affair.    
   He begins to kiss and bite me on my neck.
 I wanted to scream, but I felt pleasure before pain.    
  I couldn't contain my desire for him to hurt me and make me suffer.  
  Our love would be so undercover.    
   He whispered in my ear and asked me did I know who he was.  
    I shook my head no quickly. He asked me did I trust him enough to love me whole heartedly.    
   He begins to caress me and undress me.    
    I knew then that he wanted me, all of me.    
    I seen the hunger and eagerness in his eyes to explore me.    
   The sense of feeling wanted by a woman and wanting everything she can  give.    
I also can feel my temperature rising as I feel his chest against mines.  
 I didn't care if I was about to make love to a man or a monster.  
 I just wanted him to make me the essence of his world.    
    He begins to tickle my ribcage and I laughed in bliss.    
    He picked me up and pinned me to the wall throwing his mass seduction on me.  
 I let my guard down and let him have me.    
   I threw away all the pain, hurt and guilt.    
     I felt his soul and all I could feel was a sense of hopelessness and heartbreak.  
    Tears started coming from his eyes and from that point I knew he was hurt before.    
   I started to think how could a whore hurt a man that gives his love in sweet galore.    
   His hands moved to my waist and he kissed me again.    
He whispers into my ear and told me will I ever leave him.  
    I replied, no I'm falling for you.  
   He says to me, I can't kill you.    
My love for you is endless and if you die by my hands your blood will consume me.    
I thought by having the chance to have your lifeless body in my arms that I would have your soul.  
 I can't hurt the woman that I've loved for so long.    
   I paused I'm shock and wondered how he knew me.  
     I remembered how he kissed me and held me the same way he used to.    
    I knew then that it was my long lost lover. I passed out in his arms.    
    My dreams and nightmares was all him.  
   An angel in the night.    
   A thief in the disguise.    
   A predator lurking.    
    I didnt care I just was glad to have the love of my life come back to me.    
   Heaven has answered my prayers.    
   The love of my life has returned to me and now my nightmare has turned to my long awaited affair.    
  That has called my heart for so long.    
  
Written by LibraSoul96
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2020
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