Indecent liberties with a minor?
What exactly do those terms define?
I didn’t rape, soil, sodomize
or tear her precious virginity away.
Although I wanted to.
I lusted, whined, pleaded and begged to
the gods above for a few seconds alone
with that dear doll...
I longed to leave more than a trail of kisses down her neck
and fingers tangled in her hair...
I needed her breath on my cheek
tears to dampen my shoulder
screams to pierce, shatter, and disillusion my thoughts...
But you ruined all that.
Don’t dare tell me
that she isn’t alive.
I would distinctly remember if your supple lips
Uttered the words
“Murder in the first degree”
or are you just waiting to surprise me?
To whisper those words in my ear when we are alone...
I do love the feel of cold metal digging into my wrists
the way your eyes graze across the surface of my being and delve into my soul
how the word “pathetic” slides off your tongue...
So *erotic*
Should I tell you that you turn me on?
I must admit though, I’d rather feel you
warm, unresponsive, and completely limp
under my thin frame.
I prefer my whores dead or
too small to run away...
but you are already acquainted with this...
Are you afraid of me?
I understand now...
the victim,
she *could* have been your daughter...
Don’t play demure with me, Miss Temptress...
You know as well as I
that sex, age, race or gender
take no preference in my mind ...
And I like you...
Catatonic trances, falsified childhood repression and stark white walls
won’t keep me a prisoner forever...
I’ll find you...
Necrophilic pedophilic schizoid kleptomaniacal insomniacs
*always*
always get their way... |
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