I’m strolling in the dark again
My footsteps echo loudly
I really shouldn’t be out when
Everyone is sleeping soundly
Warm breaths betray the life in me
Swirling smoke in chilly air
Shadows, thick and inky black,
Envelope me in greedy stares
You have a subtle handsomeness,
Heavy muscles and tattoos
Strong arms cross against your chest
A violent grace in every move
I almost didn’t see you
Almost didn’t see the light
Reflecting off the buckle
Of the jeans you wear too tight
“Little girls should be at home
Not roaming parks at midnight.”
Your voice’s booming rumble
Is a warning in its own right
As if it sounds from miles away
My own shy voice replies:
“You may be right, but what if I’m
A monster in disguise?”
My sole attempt at bravery
Makes Mr. Muscles laugh
I’m not laughing; we both know
That what I am is trapped
A sickly sweet and wicked smile
Is painted on your face
My instincts scream; I start to run
Behind me you give chase
I almost feel embarrassed when
Onto my knees I fall
A giant takes my breath away
A cry for help I never call
My vision swims; my body shakes
I think you must have drugged me
Your face lights up in victory
Then everything goes fuzzy
I finally wake to see my fate
This place cold and unfamiliar
My hands are tied, my mouth is gagged
We must be inside your cellar
You’re proudly standing over me
Your body sleek, powerful and tall
You lay rough hands against my face
And I’ve never felt so small
I tempted fate and now I wait
To see what you have in store
Your eyes seem to devour me
Your thoughts unsettled and impure
I feel a bit of disappointment
When you turn and walk away
Your last remark slinks through the dark
“Rest up kitten, then we’ll play.”
There’s something to be said for this
A game of cat and mouse
I have no plans to stay like this
Besides, I like your house
It takes a bit of work to loose
The knots you used to bind me
And once I’m free I turn to leave
Without a glance behind me
Up the stairs, down the hall
Through the door that’s on the right,
Its where I know your room is
From the glimpse I got last night
You probably don’t remember
Since you were fast asleep
Dreaming of sadistic things
As I crept on silent feet
I’ve been watching you do what you do
For 20 days and nights now
I wonder if you thought it strange
When I didn’t try to fight you
I might decide to let you free
If your screams don’t get too loud
My perfect trap you didn’t see
If you were me you would be proud
If you recall, before it all,
I tried to warn you baby
A monster hides inside of me
And looks can be deceiving
-evelyn reid
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kwkdyn/how_not_to_be_a_victim_an_original_poem_by_me