Personal Indulgence
Though I pity the poor lamb,
I can't admit I'm not satisfied.
I take no pain as I stare down
upon the exposed girl.
She is mine for the taking.
A rush propels me as I hear her begging.
That sound, “Please, please,” she quietly
squeals, her voice so pleasant to mine own ears.
Threadbare, shivering, lovely.
Lamenting, bemoaning.
The perversion so fine, I am aroused.
Throngs of sadness for my action?
No! No repentance is needed.
She is not the first victim.
Her thrashing becomes belligerent.
I hold her hands above her head
and watch her breasts quiver
before my visage.
Unveiled, unprotected, alluring.
Whimpering, convulsing.
She cries louder, my only true fear!
I hope no one has heard, yet she excites me all the same.
Covering my free hand upon her mouth,
I feel the heavy quickened breath pace faster.
Shaking her head, tears falling from her eyes.
I lean to whisper in her ear,
“It will hurt for only a moment.”
I feel rejuvenated from her pain, but what crimson
flows from below? A virgin, and what luck
knowing that I alone have entered.
Praying, sobbing, pleading.
Jerking, repeating.
Smiling upon the shivering angelic being,
The deed is now well done.
“No need to feel sad young one.”
My withdrawal is fast, and I have fled,
knowing full well of her own dread.
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