DAUGHTER OF ZION

A fantasy inspired by two real events: a photo of an Israeli girl soldier, in a bikini on a beach, with a machine gun – and a Muslim cleric claiming that Israeli women belonged by right to Muslim men.

How she enjoyed her army duty,
that arrogant bikini beauty.
Her figure shown for all to see:
her gun a chic accessory.
She radiated sexy pride,
sure she was on the winning side.
She felt empowered, free and strong,
and so secure - but she was wrong.
There was no way she could foretell
the fateful war when Israel fell.
Now her country is no more,
Israeli girls, the spoils of war!
Gun and bikini confiscated,
she’s a captive, bound and naked.
And what infuriating truth -
her captor is an Arab youth!
Her hands are tied behind her back,
she snarls at him, her mood is black.
But each night, to her rage and shame,
he takes her sweetness all the same.
He sweeps her up into his arms
and grins down at her naked charms.
He tells her “Long Live Palestine!
Israel is gone, and you are mine.”
She kicks and struggles to be free -
it's absolute futility.
She swears at him and shakes her head -
he laughs and takes her to his bed.
Their legs entwined, he holds her tight,
she wants him dead but she can’t fight.
She’s petted, kissed, caressed and teased,
her breasts are cupped, her a*s is squeezed.
Sensations and emotions mingling �"
despite herself, her body’s tingling.
His sensuous touch slides down her front,
across her navel, to her c**t,
his fingers mischievous but gentle -
she writhes and shouts, she’s going mental!
She hates him with her heart and soul
but her response defies control.
Her mind wants to be left alone
but her body answers on its own.
She can’t break free, she’s soaked with sweat,
n*****s pointed, c**t so wet.
She’s in a daze, it’s so confusing,
her body’s winning, mind is losing.
He enters  with his eager c**k,
he slides right in, he doesn’t knock!
She feels his slow and certain thrust.
Her anger only fuels her lust.
She’s half in heaven, half in hell,
she knows he’s going to ring her bell!
Her back is arched, she’s moaning, gasping,
his hand is on her bottom, clasping.
Her thoughts are just a seething mess,
"I hate you! NO no no ohhhh YESS!"
The climax like an atom bomb
that blows her pride to kingdom come.
In the explosive consummation
a fleeting reconciliation.
It takes her ages to recover -
she rages at her captor/lover.
Her words are useless, all in vain.
He smiles, and cups her breast again.
Like all the middle eastern land,
her flesh is held in Muslim hand.
She knows she must accept her fate,
still tied and helpless, no escape.
Bikini-soldier with a gun?
she is a memory, her time done.
A new life now in Palestine:
a bound, nude, Jewish concubine.
She can't refuse her captor's lust;
her fate is only fair and just.
She should have known it long before �"
it’s better to make love than war.