Cupid Shot and Missed

Tainted

 At her poetic birth, at her poetic birth he had named her Serenity,

For Years and years he had been a Sentinel to her Hobbling Virginity.

Now he walks the streets with leaflets baring her image in search of her,

Days would slowly drag by as though damp sand attempting to flow through the hourglass.

 

Only the Sun can explain how like water she evaporated,

The Moon and stars may shed light on how her nimble body was overwhelmed.

Emotionally Ravished as she was unfailingly penetrated repeatedly.

It had been days she thought, weeks she feared, even months she whimpered;

All she was sure of was it had been long, long since she seen the sun, or said a prayer on her knees and jumped into her comfortable bed.

 

She had come to a point where she would open her legs without a fight,

And that was her biggest fear, she feared that she had started to enjoy this tumult.

“He used to control what at first was designed to be painful and mortifying,

But I now control how hard he gets to go, and passionately get to dig my nails into his back when I climax?!” she retorted out loud to her thoughts.

 

This was no longer a kidnapping, it was some sort of a sick ill relationship,

The captor realizing that he was becoming the captive he released Serenity…

Her father lost a little girl a few months ago,

But today what returns to him is an equal, an equal gravid with a little child of her own.