October, Again

Mid October,  
Again.  
 
Get out the mirrored,  
Sunglasses,  
Even indoors,  
In the dark.  
 
You see,  
Mid October,  
Every year,  
My eyes start to change;  
By month's end,  
Fully changed --  
Come November,  
Put the glasses away for a year.  
 
Don't know why.  
 
Pupils go from round to,  
Slit - ovals - vertical.  
I'd say "cat" like,  
But, really, more,  
Snake,  
Or, maybe, serpent like,  
Like in the bible,  
Serpent like.  
 
Scary?  
 
A bit.  
 
But this year,  
By the 20th,  
In addition,  
Funny feelings,  
Inside.  
 
Funny,  
But not funny,  
Creepy,  
Crawly,  
Queasy.  
 
And in my groin,  
Not exactly flaccid,  
Nor erect;  
In-between,  
As if waiting.  
 
A text message,  
Actually,  
A sext.  
 
I've never gotten one of those,  
Always wanted to get one.  
 
Anyway,  
Explicit.  
 
Black hair hiding her face,  
Earrings of gold with red stone,  
Choker string of gold with red stones,  
Black hair not hiding her lips;  
Those lips,  
Not the ones on her face,  
Which were hidden,  
By that other black hair.  
 
Fingers parting her lips,  
Those lips,  
Moist lips,  
Wet fingers.  
 
And a message.  
 
"You will start to remember."  
 
A couple days later,  
Another sext.  
 
Still hidden face,  
Same earring,  
Same choker,  
Matching bracelet,  
Index finger and ring finger,  
(Gold ring with red stone),  
Parted her lips,  
Those lips,  
Middle finger partly in.  
Wet.  
Ready?  
 
And the message - -  
"This time,  
Be On Time!"  
 
I was remembering.  
And.  
I swear, I was taller.  
Fingers, longer.  
Feet, different.  
(I won't say how different,  
You wouldn't believe me.)  
Hair had turned black,  
Dare I say, midnight black?  
Except for a stark white lock,  
In the front that insisted on curling,  
Between my eyes.  
 
Something else had also changed,  
Longer, harder, dripping a bit at the tip.  
And underneath,  
Larger, swollen, somewhat painful,  
Way more than "blue",  
If you know what I mean.  
 
And,  
That "queasy",  
Had grown,  
I remembered before,  
Something had taken over,  
I had been a passenger,  
In my own body,  
Operated by someone (thing) else --  
Was that happening again?  
 
In my closet, I found clothing,  
Which, two days ago,  
I would have sworn weren't there,  
But I now remember putting them there,  
A couple, maybe, three years ago,  
Way in the back,  
Black,  
Of course.  
 
Shoes,  
Which fit,  
And,  
Hid my new feet,  
Black pants,  
Shirt,  
Long jacket,  
Altogether,  
They, sort of,  
Flowed,  
Around my body,  
Creepily.  
 
On the plane,  
Sitting by the window,  
A guy sat down,  
I looked at him,  
He ask for a seat change.  
 
A girl,  
Young,  
In white,  
With ear length, white hair,  
Sat down,  
Smiled,  
Acted as if she slept,  
But watched me the entire flight.  
 
In Austen,  
Met by a car,  
European,  
Expensive,  
Black, natch,  
Even, black chrome.  
 
Door opened,  
Couldn't see in,  
But got in.  
 
Voice,  
I recognized,  
Said,  
"On time."  
 
She drove fast,  
Hands on the wheel,  
Gold ring, red stone,  
God bracelet, red stone,  
Gold choker, red stone,  
Her leg,  
Visible,  
Via a slit  
In her dress.  
A slit that went to under her arm,  
Held to her body,  
Under her breasts,  
By a tie of red,  
(Blood red, naturally).  
 
As she drove,  
More and more,  
Was visible.  
She glanced at me,  
Wet her middle finger,  
And,  
I watched a repeat of the image,  
From the sext.  
 
Suddenly,  
Stopped by the road,  
Somewhere in the country,  
I'm not certain where,  
But I recognized it.  
 
Walking out into the field,  
Through the trees,  
Clearing,  
White cloth,  
Staked to the ground,  
Pentagram,  
In red,  
Not just blood red,  
But,  
Actually blood;  
And I was, again,  
A watcher in my own body.  
 
Even though,  
I remembered,  
Or maybe because,  
I remembered,  
I was,  
Creeped,  
Really, really,  
Thoroughly,  
Creeped.  
 
She looked at the sky,  
The moon,  
And stripped,  
Or, rather,  
Her clothing flowed from her body,  
Landed next to but not on the cloth.  
 
She gestured,  
My clothing did the same.  
 
She saw my feet,  
Smiled,  
Sadly,  
"Maybe it will work this time."  
 
I watched her,  
Through my eyes,  
Controlled by something else.  
 
In my trapped mind,  
I scowled.  
 
She looked down,  
Frowning,  
"I lost the other ones,  
This is my last fling."  
 
Somewhere,  
Off in the distance,  
A clock struck,  
Eleven.  
 
She grinned,  
Actually,  
Sort of,  
Grimaced,  
Laid down,  
On her back,  
In the pentagram;  
Head at one point,  
Hands and feet at the other points.  
 
I watched,  
Whatever controlled me,  
Was amused;  
Standing,  
Between her feet.  
 
I remembered.  
I knew what was coming next.  
 
My body,  
Knelt down;  
Bent forward;  
And licked,  
Tongue tickled,  
Played,  
Teased;  
And sucked,  
Nibbled,  
Kissed,  
Lip massaged her clit;  
Pushed a finger in,  
Curled it,  
Rubbed,  
(exactly, there).  
 
My body was aroused,  
My controller enjoyed itself.  
 
She squirmed,  
Wiggled,  
Wriggled,  
Sighed,  
Gasp,  
And,  
I think,  
At least partly,  
Enjoyed.  
 
Mostly, what it did,  
Was take its time,  
Getting her ready.  
 
My body was already ready,  
Judging by what hung-arose,  
Between my legs,  
My body was more than just ready,  
I would guess,  
She might have said,  
If she really saw,  
That my body was scary ready.  
 
Somewhere in the back of my mind,  
I had heard the clock strike for half past the hour,  
And was subconsciously waiting for the,  
Midnight stroking to begin.  
 
What controlled my body,  
Didn't wait for the clock to begin;  
It leaned my body forward,  
Entered her with one hard,  
Driving push.  
 
She cried out.  
In pain?  
In pleasure?  
 
My body's cock,  
Drove repeatedly,  
In to her cunt.  
 
I watched,  
As her body's reactions,  
Quieted,  
Stilled,  
As the driving,  
Fucking,  
Continued.  
 
I stopped watching.  
 
My head turned to the side,  
My eyes saw that young girl,  
In white,  
At the edge of the cloth.  
 
She looked very different,  
Her hair was longer,  
She seemed taller;  
There was something else different,  
I couldn't quite identify.  
 
Her white clothing,  
Flowed from her body,  
Her hair curled down her back,  
She crossed the cloth,  
Entered the pentagram,  
Glanced at me (my body),  
Gestured,  
My body withdrew its cock,  
From its sheath in the cunt,  
Of the body,  
Spread to the points of the pentagram.  
 
That very different young woman,  
Reached down,  
Gripped the arm,  
Of the black hair creature,  
And tossed her,  
Like an old rag,  
Off the cloth.  
 
She grinned,  
Licked her lips,  
(Her tongue seemed unnaturally long),  
Stared for a moment at,  
The ridged cock before her,  
And bent down,  
Face down,  
Ass up,  
Spread to the pentagram,  
Wiggled her butt,  
Inviting my body's cock.  
 
My body,  
Lunged,  
Drove,  
Forward.  
 
My voice,  
Murmured,  
"Tight."  
 
Her voice,  
Sighed,  
"Virgin."  
 
My voice,  
"Hum."  
"Good."  
 
And drove in,  
Again.  
 
One stroke,
Each harder than the one before,
For each strike,  
Of the clock.  
 
My voice,  
Had a growl,  
In it;  
A deep,  
Animal,  
Growl --  
Colored by,  
Arousing,  
Erotic,  
Passion;  
Sexual need;  
Demanding,  
Fulfillment.  
 
Hers,  
Had a similar,  
Although,  
Slightly higher pitched,  
Growl --  
Hers was one of pleasure;  
Increasing,  
Heightening,  
Erotic,  
Pleasure.  
 
Somewhere around stroke six,  
She turned her head,  
Her face was no longer hers,  
The word that came to mind was,  
Feline.  
 
My body,  
Its cock,  
Continued,  
Pounding --  
Six more times --
Increasing force,
Increasing passion,  
Increasing desire,  
Desire for release.  
 
When the orgasm came,  
Violently came,  
Pumping into her,  
The flush of release,  
Filled,  
Overcame me --  
I lost consciousness.  
 
I awoke,  
In control;  
Standing,  
Next to her;  
Glanced up at her;  
She was a full head taller than I.  
 
She grinned,  
Not exactly a friendly grin,  
Actually,  
Tinted with warning,  
"It better work this time,  
All the way to delivery,  
Or this will have been your last fling."  
 
I stared at her,  
She motioned toward where she had,  
Tossed the body earlier,  
It was gone,  
Now replaced with,  
A scattering of bone fragments,  
Bits of tissue,  
Other body remnants,  
Including,
Blood,
Spread over the area.  
 
There, mixed with gore,  
Was a glint;  
I crossed, picked up an earring,  
Then a second one,  
Both still with their post-keeper on the post,  
Crossed to her,  
She took them,  
Removed the keeper,  
Put one to her left ear,  
Pushed the post through her ear lobe,  
Watching me as she did it,  
Fastened the post-keeper,  
Then did the same with the other ring --  
In her other ear,  
Drops of blood,  
Dripped to her shoulder,  
Ran down her chest,  
Her breasts,  
To her nipples,  
I looked at it,  
She stared at me,  
"Well?"  
I unconsciously leaned forward,  
On my toes,  
To reach her shoulder,  
Stuck out my tongue,  
(Much longer than I remembered it)  
And lapped,  
(Not licked)  
It up.  
 
It was then that,  
I noticed there was,  
Blood,  
Only partially lapped away,  
On both of us;  
I glanced again at the gore,  
And knew.  
 
She saw my glance,  
"What we just finished took energy,  
Lots of energy,  
We fed,  
You took most of it,  
Alphas always do that."  
 
As she watched me,
"I would really like,  
The rest --  
Ring,  
Bracelet,  
Choker."  
 
I searched,  
Pawing through,  
What remained of,  
Well,  
I'll just say --  
What remained.  
 
I found them,  
Turned to her.  
 
She was pulling on jeans,  
Saw me watching,  
Stopped,
Strange look in her eyes,
Saw the desire apparent,
In my erection,
"Please?
Let me dress.
Please?  
Not again right now,  
We have a flight to catch."  
 
A low, quiet growl,  
Froze her;  
She pushed her jeans,  
Back down below her knees,  
Turned around,  
Bent over,  
Offering herself,  
In reply to my growl.  
 
I was quick,  
Not gentle,  
But quick.  
 
She stood,  
Turned to me,  
Reached down for her jeans,  
Looked at me,  
"Please?"  
 
I nodded,  
Once.  
 
She pulled,  
Them up;  
Before zipping them,  
She looked at me.  
 
I nodded,  
Once.  
 
She zipped them,  
Reached for her shirt.  
 
I nodded,  
Once.  
 
She pulled it over her head,  
Forced it over her breasts,
Which bulged,
Nipples showing,
The thin material,
Of her shirt.
 
She glanced at the shoes at her feet.  
 
I nodded,  
Once.  
 
She pushed her feet,  
Into them.  
 
Slowly,  
I reached forward,  
With my hand,  
She reached out,  
Trembling,  
I dropped,  
Ring,  
Bracelet,  
Choker,  
Into her hand.  
 
I crossed to the clothing pile,  
Next to where hers had been.  
Jeans,  
Shirt,  
Shoes,  
That's all;  
I put them on.  
 
She looked at the trees,  
Then to me.  
 
I walked toward,  
The trees,  
She followed,  
Meekly.  
 
We passed through them,  
Across the field,  
To the road,  
Where a rental car,  
Green Honda something,  
Was parked.  
 
I glanced at her.  
 
She,  
"Key is in your pocket."  
 
I opened her door,  
Before she got in,  
I stopped her,  
She looked at me,  
Terrified.

I growled.

In one uick motion,
She unzipped her jeans,
Pushed them down,
Turned,
Bent over.

I unzipped,
Pushed my jeans down,
And entered her.

Again,
I was quick,
Not gentle.

She whimpered.

In response,
I growled,
And drove into her,
Until I came again.

As I stepped back from her,
She turned,
Put her hands to her jeans,
I nodded,
She pulled them up,
Zipped them.

She saw that,
My pants were still down.

I growled at her,
"Clean me.
Pu me away."

She dropped to her knees,
And cleaned me.

Just as she finished,
I grabbed her head with my hands,
Drove my cock fully,
Into her mouth/throat,
And came.

She swallowed,
Then,
Again,
Licked me clean.

With my cock,
Still pointed at her mouth,
She looked up at me,
Questioningly.

I nodded.
 
As she arose,
"You've blended.  
The two of you,  
You're now one."  
 
I nodded,
Staring,
Grinning,  
I was beginning,  
To understand.  
 
As she got in,  
I noticed,  
She had changed,  
Mousy brown hair,  
Chin length,  
Choker was a not a choker on her,  
Her neck was tiny,  
And,  
She was shorter than I.  
 
As we drove to the airport,  
She,  
Nervously,  
Explained,  
The roles we needed to play.  
 
Returned the car.  
Crossed to the TSA line,  
In my pocket,  
I found my ticket and driver's license,  
(Don't know how they got there),  
The picture was a much different,  
Younger me.  
 
As we walked down the concourse,  
She leaned against me,  
"Your 'Dad' died,  
The money from his estate has,  
Set us up,  
For at least the next nine months."  
 
And,  
"There's more.  
I'll tell you later."  
 
A growl,  
Reminded her.  
 
She trembled.  
 
 
 
This group of interrelated poems now has reached seven.
 
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/73509-she-was-a-witch-for-the-halloween/
 
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/73509-she-was-a-witch-for-the-halloween/  
 
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/131827-she-was-a-witch-here-is-part-two-of-the/  
 
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/152515-t-was-a-bloody-drink-to-please-hell/  
 
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/181254-she-was-a-witch----part-three/  
 
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/240717-equinox/