I have done something “immoral”.

I should’ve never touched her.

Anna Marie Coral


Pale skin, green eyes

Like emeralds amongst pearls. But…

When I look at her she shies?

When I find her in the night,

I touch her beautiful fright,

Feelings of heart beats. Faster.

Caused by my careful capture.


Terrified eyes,

Trembling beauty magnified.

When defeated, her lips are quivering

My affection comes delivering

Undesired, ****** and direct.

But what did they expect?


Me, being told all of my life

What’s wrong is what feels right.

My peace comes not from violence

But from my victim's silence.

I crave them, these abducted affairs.

Prison bars, pleads, and prayers

Cannot quench my thirst.

After all,

Food’s first bite tastes better in fast.

And,

Anna Marie Coral wasn’t my first and

She won’t be my last.