Silent Onslaught (CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme)
Silent Onslaught
Nighttime woe fills my most secret of sacred places; I want...
I conjur that sweet caress to feather my... Silent onslaught.
The nether regions of my very own soul delights in it:
The temptation beckoned with whispers of feigned-voice innocense.
Yet my own body succumbs to the pressures of such sweet pain
Muscles tense and the hint of a tear dares show my hidden shame,
Though smoothly the wet lets the sigh - that dare never come in - reign.
The beauty of such a terribly horrid, yet haunting taunt
Whilst Mom sleeps under covers of seven thickly huge blankets
My moan is heard. I swear I never want to be raped again.
Copyright © 2006 Jacquii Cooke
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