My poem called The Picture is Painted

Im not good at
writing stories,
but I'll paint 
you a picture.

Brownskin, thick 
thighs, cute eyes
multi colored hair
guys swore chick
wasnt from around
here.

Had a mind of her own,
thought she was grown
played with big boys was
very fond of big toys.

Went alone in the park,
quite dark, mini skirt, short
shirt, black heels, free balling
just to get a thrill.

Not paying attention to her 
surroundings, until she was
grounded.

One hand around her neck,
pinned down as the other 
hand fondled all around.

Too scared to scream, or even 
to think of a scheme to remove
his hand.

One, two, three punches to the
face, her lights were out. Like 
an outer body experience she 
sees what's about to happen.

Removing his hands from her
neck, he kisses her lips. Pulling
up her shirt revealing her bra, 
slowly fondling her right nipple 
as he bites down hard on the 
left one. Pulling down his pants
retrieving his penis from his
holder.

She watches from above
as he inserts the unprotected 
head, slowly in as if he's making
love to her. Faster and faster he
goes, as if he's running outta 
time. In and out. In and out he 
pumps, choking her as he 
continue to fuck her.

Believing that he loves her,
he grunts and moans, throws 
his head back until he comes.
Slowly he removes his hands 
from around her neck, stands
up then start to fix himself.

One the ground she's a mess,
slowly breathing trying to 
make a sound.

Time slipping by, her spirits
flying high.

Trying so hard to be grown,
hopefully she will remember 
the lesson that she learned.


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