He wanted what he could not possess
It led him to obsess
About her body and spirit
Could she be bought with credit?
How long could he wait?
His needs he must sate
She wasn’t used to his attention
In his presence, she felt the tension
Of what he wanted her to give
This was not the life she chose to live
But loneliness was the only other option
And he was the only bidder at this auction
He touched her face
Amused at her enjoyment of his embrace
He laid her onto his well-made bed
The fire was raging, his lust was fed
He drunk in her nudity
Disregarding her innate beauty
She lay exposed and bare
Cringing under his unfamiliar touch, his assessing stare
How should she react?
Was his love proven, was it a fact?
She prayed that this was the beginning
To a love that they would share with no ending
She was soft, nubile
Her body was his to defile
His gentle touch grew rough
It would only be done when he had had enough
He held her down as she squirmed
Relishing in the fact that she would be filled with his sperm
She stifled a scream as his grip grew harder
She had asked for this, no time to play martyr
She grabbed his shoulders, pretending to like it
He forced her back down, willing her to submit
He slammed himself against her vulnerability
It was done, it was over, she had given him her virginity
He lay on top of her, breathing heavily
“I feel like I stole your soul” he quipped cleverly
He rolled off of her onto his back
“Get up, go pee” he said full of tact
He slapped her ass as she retreated
Laughing at the way he had triumphed, she was defeated
In the bathroom, she stood at the sink
She had finally crossed this brink
From childhood to womanhood
Her pleasure should be understood
But the overwhelming emptiness still remained
And worse yet she was stained
He sat on the couch full of contentment
He knew it would grow, her resentment
But he was totally self possessed
Cool, calm, and collected, she would grow to detest
Everything he was and what he represented
But he was used to this, it didn’t affect him, he pretended
She pasted on a fake smile
Her feet freezing against the cold tile
The bed was empty, he was gone
Was this how it would be, she was alone
She found him on the couch, reading a magazine
So far, the most absurd thing she had seen
He would take her home, he longed for solitude
Not for these pressing questions, the ensuing feud
He had gotten all he desired
His conscience was clear at what had transpired
He dropped her off in front of the dark house
Her hopes of their future, he would douse
Bitterness and fury warred inside of her
His true feelings, she had come to infer
She crumpled under the weight of their sin
Against his ploys, there was no way she could defend
Her worth was wrapped up in this experience
But his love would never reach her, there was too much interference
She curled up in a ball on her bed
Is this where her sure steps had led?
To depression and disaster
Destroyed by the master
Of deception and lies
Of hatred and unethical ties
She cried out to the One who had promised to hear
She fell at His feet, full of fear
But her trepidation could no longer keep her
Chained to this mess from the devil’s beaker
Oh, the freedom that she longed for, she sought
From the hands of the Master, it was her life He had bought
Beloved, you are mine, and you were never his
To possess and to plunder, and I promise you this
That I will hold you through this mess
And this action has in no way made you less
Beloved, you are mine, and mine fully
Not any selfish man’s to sully
I’ll give you back what you have lost
It does not matter the line that you’ve crossed
I know the heart of this matter, the core
And I’ll make you new, better than before
And his sin upon you I will avenge
Vengeance is mine, so don’t try for revenge
Just hold tight to what you know
And I will protect you from the foe
Lean on me and I will love you
The intimacy you seek will ensue
From my hands and mine only
And I will ease those feelings when you are lonely
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