"The Voice Behind The Shadow"

                                         


"The Voice Behind The Shadow"

"Please don't touch me" she begged,  over and over she begged him as he slowly approached her. Her tears came out faster, her voice got fainter. She slowly fell to the ground as there was nowhere for her to go. Telma had decided to stay after work to finish up the proposal for Monday's investor's meeting. She didn't want anything to ruin the weekend she had planned with her boyfriend for his birthday. They were taking an early morning flight to Calabar for a weekend celebration.

    Everyone had left the office or so she thought. she decided to get her leftover lunch from the break room to eat while working when she saw a shadow move about in the office. "Shit," she said to herself, "how could I leave my phone on the table." The shadow slowly approached the break room. she was so confused and didn't know what to do, she couldn't scream for help in a large, empty office. The shadow got closer and closer, finally, she saw his face. The perverted man that never stopped sexual harassing her. He had the creepiest smile on his face. She didn't know what else to do than begin to beg and beg him. As soon as he was up close he ran his fingers up and down her face repeatedly. He laughed so hard, it was like his face was saying I finally have you where I always wanted you. He grabbed her arm so tight and flung her all the way across the room making her hit the white wall so hard. She let out a loud cry of pain. She kept on begging saying "please don't touch me," she begged over and over again. He vigorously tore the clothes of her body, again he grabbed her arm lifted her up looked into her eyes and threw her on the coffee table. Her body ached and hurt so much, she was too weak to move but she continuously begged him. He took the rope he had hanging around his waist and tied her hands together then tied her legs separately to each leg of the table making her pussy wide open at the edge of the table. He took off his pants, moved closer to the table and slowly entered her. She cried out in pain, exhausted her voice started to fade. Each thrust was like a dagger piercing through her heart reaching deep into her spirit, soul, and mind. She had lost all hope and wish to die just for the pain to end. He kept on going and going and going. He fucked her not once, not twice, not three times but five times and by this time she was ready to give up on life. After he was done he tied her to the chair and started slapping her, saying at the same time "I loved you, I told you and I was ready to give you everything, but you disrespected me by saying no, I begged you, I wanted you so bad, I loved you." With each word came a slap or a punch in her belly. He laughed hard at her pain as she slowly left the world.

the lovepoet

Sweet dreams and Beautiful nightmares


                                         


  Sweet dreams and Beautiful nightmares


Every time he lays his hands on me, as they slowly go down my back, the hair on my skins stand up straight to salute the one who knows how to work my body. The soft warm airy touch i feel. a wild side of me hopes for a little scratch to turn me up just a bit more.

As he plants those soft plump lips on me, from my neck to my belly, slowly and passionately he goes further down till those lips plant kisses that make me moan. my head tilts back, my legs open wider, impatiently waiting for his tongue to strike a chord that will make me sing beautiful notes of pleasure.

More and more. More i say to him. the moment he strikes the chord harder, i scream those beautiful four letters that are his name. he smiles, he knows he has me under his spell. the power he has over me is beyond my comprehension. he made me give myself over to him.

He stops knowing well that i am at my weakest point and says beg. My pride, my ego all buried beneath earth for him, so i beg, he walks away, i beg and beg with tears rolling down my eyes. over and over i call his name as he walks away from me.he slowly disappears into the night. 

Darkness everywhere, cold sweat runs down my body,i shiver in fear. i wake only to realize it was all a dream. i lay my head  down and close my eyes, hoping i get to see his face, feel his touch and kiss those soft plump lips once more .


the lovepoet

PASION, RUSH, HEAT, LOVE


Passion, Rush, Heat, Love

 I hide myself in these moments

I runaway from the truth, from reality

so anytime he calls, I tell him to come over

cause he takes me out of that moment with Passion

the Passion that runs deep between my thighs

that feeling, the Rush feeling. everything in that moment

is focused on the Love. Love making with him takes me

out of this world, there is no intimacy but I still call it Love

the Heat of the moment is all I can think of. the friction

between our body causes intense Heat leading to Passion

the thrill of the Rush. Rush we do when time is not on our

side, but every time he calls I tell him to come over, cause he

takes me out of my depression, my thoughts. this is the truth

and the reality of life.

 the lovepoet