The Beginning

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    The Beginning

    I remember everything about that night,
    the night you took my innocence.
    One moment I was lying beside you, our fingers intertwined and resting on your chest,
    My fingers traced the outline of your perfect mouth,
    lingering there,
    kissing delicately, tasting the sweetness of your mouth.
    I recall how much I wanted you, praying that you wanted me too.
    A girl wants nothing more than to hear that she is wanted, and loved.
    Somewhere, somehow, something went horribly wrong.
    I remember you rolling on top of me, your hands seened to consume me, your mouth covering mine with fierce kisses.
    I felt suddenly afraid,
    I asked you to stop.
    You should have stopped.
    Why didn't you stop?
    Your hands became shackles, pinning me down,
    fear paralyzing me,
    I felt you press against me, hard and urgent,
    your voice hot on my neck, "Baby, sssh, don't fight me. Just let it happen."
    I lay still for a moment, contemplating my next move,
    My mind was racing, my adrenaline pulsing through my body ,
    "Please don't do this."
    My body tensed as you fingered me crudely, tearing my soft flesh.
    This cannot be happening.
    The more I struggled, the more you seemed to get off on it.
    I wept, every part of my being in pain.
    As you pressed your turgid flesh into me, I went away.
    I watched absently as you ravaged my body.
    your face monstrous and evil.
    Stealing my womanhood, and turning what began as a beautiful night into the most horrific experience of my life.

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    angelchaser commented on The Beginning

    11-23-2010

    My God, I am so sorry this happened to you. I've read several poems in a similar vein lately, I HATE rapists. Wrote a poem about what should happen to all of them.

    RagusChaos commented on The Beginning

    07-04-2009

    I can't even comment to such things... I don't know what to say

    Phoenix9 commented on The Beginning

    03-21-2009

    Rape of the mind,body and soul because some one doesnt know the meaning of one word, STOP

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    Trinaanna’s Poems (6)

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    Goodbye to you 4
    Have you seen me? 5
    The Beginning 3
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