"blockades" poems - Hello Poetry

Together we swim, Skin touching satin skin Fingertips grazing knees and thighs As my engine of a heart enters overdrive with glee Her breath keeps me alive against the strain of our instincts My breath catches and my body contorts Until I am suddenly entangled with a hooded figure instead His heavy limbs pin me against the wall and his hands greedily search through my home I realize I am being robbed but He's not a stranger His lips warm my neck and I choke on his telltale cologne as his hands hastily break through the deepest closets that house my innocence, my treasures, and no matter how sternly I refuse, he shoves through the doors until he finds exactly what he wants I thought it was hidden I thought it was safe I thought it was mine He smiles and lavishly thrusts his hands into my special box Thanking me, Between heavy breaths, for giving him access to my prized possession, To my heart But when he asked for a taste I refused. But He insisted and Kept pushing Pushing And pushing against the wooden door until it splintered and snapped and he could enter with Or without My permission Once inside, I had no choice but to let him manhandle my possessions, I can never again close that door that He broke To fulfill his needs and To satisfy his craving Although he leaves with satisfaction dripping from his palms I know it won't last forever His hunger will return again, Stronger. And no matter how much I invest in new locks and thicker blockades around my special space He has already stolen a taste of the core of my emotions that That door served to protect He will return again, with a sense of entitlement to my insides And I won't fight back Because his sweaty palms and greasy skin have already leaked onto the pieces Even those he had not yet touched My pure and personal secret now leaves nothing but bitterness on my tongue and stains on my body And now, I still feel his hands, not hers I hear his breathing Feel his weight pressing against me, His hands destroying my body I become hysterical and Tears burn my eyes and stain our sheets. I see the panic in her eyes She doesn't know She doesn't know I'm ***** and broken She doesn't know why And I can't stop crying She's scared. I would be too But I'm dead inside.

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC

Nicol-g

(#3) She Can't Touch Me Because He Did

Together we swim, Skin touching satin skin Fingertips grazing knees and thighs As my engine of a heart enters overdrive with glee Her breath keeps me alive against the strain of our instincts My breath catches and my body contorts Until I am suddenly entangled with a hooded figure instead His heavy limbs pin me against the wall and his hands greedily search through my home I realize I am being robbed but He's not a stranger His lips warm my neck and I choke on his telltale cologne as his hands hastily break through the deepest closets that house my innocence, my treasures, and no matter how sternly I refuse, he shoves through the doors until he finds exactly what he wants I thought it was hidden I thought it was safe I thought it was mine He smiles and lavishly thrusts his hands into my special box Thanking me, Between heavy breaths, for giving him access to my prized possession, To my heart But when he asked for a taste I refused. But He insisted and Kept pushing Pushing And pushing against the wooden door until it splintered and snapped and he could enter with Or without My permission Once inside, I had no choice but to let him manhandle my possessions, I can never again close that door that He broke To fulfill his needs and To satisfy his craving Although he leaves with satisfaction dripping from his palms I know it won't last forever His hunger will return again, Stronger. And no matter how much I invest in new locks and thicker blockades around my special space He has already stolen a taste of the core of my emotions that That door served to protect He will return again, with a sense of entitlement to my insides And I won't fight back Because his sweaty palms and greasy skin have already leaked onto the pieces Even those he had not yet touched My pure and personal secret now leaves nothing but bitterness on my tongue and stains on my body And now, I still feel his hands, not hers I hear his breathing Feel his weight pressing against me, His hands destroying my body I become hysterical and Tears burn my eyes and stain our sheets. I see the panic in her eyes She doesn't know She doesn't know I'm ***** and broken She doesn't know why And I can't stop crying She's scared. I would be too But I'm dead inside.