Willing (Very Dark Poem. Trigger Warning)
A beauty sleeping in the woods I first thought was a corpseTurned out to be living, breathing- I had to make her mine.
A beauty sleeping in the woods with not one eye watching.
I could do with her what I wished, and did. Yes, I did.
A beauty sleeping in the woods made not one sigh or moan.
Much better than those that you pay or those you have to dine.
A beauty sleeping in the woods kept sleeping. I was done.
I would return. I did return. Whenever the mood stirred.
A beauty sleeping in the woods, legs open and willing.
I kissed her, gagged her, choked her, beat her. She was still willing.
A beauty sleeping in the woods, the prince found her at last.
Though she was in tatters and torn, he wept and tried to kiss her.
A beauty sleeping in the woods, beside her a princely corpse.
Above her, me, one round and then, I'd get rid of them both.
A beauty sleeping in the woods, I can't be rid of her.
She's mine, all mine, I'll take her home and use her till I'm full.
A beauty sleeping in my room, legs open and willing.
I kiss her, gag her, choke her, beat her. She is still willing.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-12-06 at 18:29
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