Heavy Feeling

Wondering in the forest is not safe they say,
If the evil man finds you surely you’ll pay,
But the sun was still out so I had no fear,
Of attracting evil men, wolves nor bear.

I found a river shore and laid on the grass,
And watched the plumped clouds as they pass,
I felt the cold breeze crept up my dress,
As my eye lids grew heavy I started to rest.

When I opened my eyes it was late evening,
When I moved there was a heavy feeling,
I looked and saw someone’s head lay on my chest,
With an arm over mine and one on my breast.

With a voice like silk he said to me,
“You’re finally awake my sweet honey bee,
I’ve never had one with skin so warm and dark,
I’m afraid you captured a part of my heart.”

Fear, with an iron grip, held onto my neck,
As tears cascaded my cheeks leaving them wet,
His hair black, his skin pale, his lips red,
Being near him gave me a feeling of dread.

He pulled me off the grass; his grip was so tight,
It made me scream and pull, I started to bite,
I sank my teeth into his flesh, he said,
“Darling not now, wait until we’re in bed.”  

The tastes of liquid metal made me retch,
He pulled away his arm and started to stretch.
He got tired of pulling me on the floor,
Over his shoulder I went, which hurt even more.

He brought me to a house I had never seen,
And dragged me into a room that looked real mean,
Windowless, with lit candles, chains, whips and a bed,
Which he chained me to, I wish were dead.

“I hope you’re a virgin, this would please me,
It’s the blood from your cunt I want to see”,
You bit me today, that was a sweet burn,
Now I will cut of your dress and have my turn.”

The sound of my dying dress was like a knell,
Naked, on my back I laid in my prison cell,
He lost his garments and knelt between my thighs,
While his arms roomed over me his eyes held mine.

“If you behave I’ll make it good for you,
I won’t stop till I see your blood come through,”
He held onto my hair, gave me a hard kiss,
This strangely sent a shock through me of pure bliss.

He held onto my hips and trusted in me,
I cried out in pain, something was ripped free,
He stilled, and then looked down on me and smiled,  
“The worst is over, now I can get wild.”

He undid my ankles, still attached to me,
“I can see the crimson flow honey bee.”
He placed my legs over his shoulders and trusted,
I cried out again, but it didn’t hurt as much.

As he rocked over me his lips had my neck,
And sucked the flesh there and gave me tender pecks,
He moved so hard thrusting in and out of me,
I got a heavy feeling inside my tummy.

My body made sounds I’d never heard before,
This told my captor I wanted him more.
As he pounded, going in and out of me,
In unison we cried out in ecstasy.

I often reminisce on that faithful day,
He’d bathed me, clothed me and sent me on my way,
I always wondered why he had let me go,
I figured - to come back if I wanted more.