A Requiem to Chastity and Virtue Lost.

[Writers_Bloque]

"Post liberationem sexualem, omnia animalia tristia sunt die Iudicii."



Dear observers, readers and historians, you now sit in a non secular massive cathedral, where everyone is in the pews, masked and watching the choir, in bondage, but their mouths can still sing. The massive pipe organ, flares to life as Toccata and Fugue starts to play, as a singer, in Domme gear starts the Requiem.....

"Oh virtue, oh chastity, discarded as the sacred cloth of youth.
A woman stalks, her prey set, her devotion strong.
She follows, amongst tomes of old, the day ending."

"Oh, woe to the kind man, once a boy, friendly and sweet.
He will become her lusts very first treat.
She is quiet and quick, working fast.
To tie him, and to smack his ass."

"Oh, girl, turned woman, discarded by fate, beauty and pride,
Stocks the shelves, and bides her time.
He whimpers and moans. The woman, changes her tone."

"I own you now, my new pet. Your body, soul and will, will soon,
Be the feast upon which I will dine, until I am sated.
Be glad I found you first, for you to slake my desires thirst."

"He cries, too innocent, writhes at her touch, his clothing vanishing,
To the dust. No help will come, his fate sealed, for he had to study,
With much zeal. Though his mouth betrayed, his club growing strong,
He knows that this is all very wrong."

"He had watched her work, trying to talk, but all he felt was her,
Starting to balk. Love? the poisonous sin, killing slowly, until,
Wearing thin. He had liked her, even loved her once. Not giving up,
Though others told him he must."

"Now she has him, her sex grip tight, He feels her, her looks very,
Bright. Her body pushes, and his thrusts, two souls coming, in the
Midnight hour, though their meeting, turning sour. She screams, the
Large room empty, He grunts, marking her, then feeds his seed."

"She fully owns him, a toy at best, but there is a love burning in her chest,
For the mouse turned predator, she found the one, to whom she could
Always have the midnight fun. He is obedient, docile and meek, She would drag,
Him in, every night for weeks. Soon he begs, and pleads, for her special release."

"Beware the mouse, who is discarded. She could turn hungry, and return to the prowl,
Not caring the sex, but craving the lust. Making use of her body, to force her will.
Pray you may never catch her thrill."

The choir's song drifts off, as a masked man becomes the singers throne, the crowd cheers as the stage lights dim.......

[VictimEyes]

Interesting.
- Maybe we all have an ex that we can't exorcise from our minds.
- that's where my mind went when i read this.

[Claire]

Given the increase in the number of poems recently, we should really consider a poetry tag.

@Writers_Bloque Did you consider adding a link to Bach's music at the beginning of the post? I think when we talked in chat you had a particular recording in mind? That might help set the atmosphere you had in mind.

I don't understand much about poetry but I like to see the recent increase in poetry on the forum. Do you want to share what motivated you to write this one? Was it just what came to your mind when you listened to the music?

Overall, I think I liked it. I would have liked to know why the woman is doing this to him though. I understand that she was wronged, likely raped herself first. But I think not by him right? My current undertanding is: Whatever exactly happened to her twisted her so much that she just rapes him in particular because he's an easy target and she has abandoned morality completely?

[Writers_Bloque]

Interesting.
- Maybe we all have an ex that we can't exorcise from our minds.
- that's where my mind went when i read this.

That is a good way to see it. But this was a requiem about the victim not the predator. Appreciate the comment!

Given the increase in the number of poems recently, we should really consider a poetry tag.

@Writers_Bloque Did you consider adding a link to Bach's music at the beginning of the post? I think when we talked in chat you had a particular recording in mind? That might help set the atmosphere you had in mind.

I don't understand much about poetry but I like to see the recent increase in poetry on the forum. Do you want to share what motivated you to write this one? Was it just what came to your mind when you listened to the music?

Overall, I think I liked it. I would have liked to know why the woman is doing this to him though. I understand that she was wronged, likely raped herself first. But I think not by him right? My current understanding is: Whatever exactly happened to her twisted her so much that she just rapes him in particular because he's an easy target and she has abandoned morality completely?

The Latin Quote at the beginning was a clue. She did it because the desperate ache and longing had forced her hand. Maybe she was Sexually Assaulted at some point in her past, and could not come to terms with it, or she was trapped in the constant being a "good girl" cycle to the point where her friends were out living it up, she recluses herself to a bitter involuntary celibacy, to the point her bound sex drive distorted all reason when he entered her life. She HAD to have him, and he was a meek and mild man, so why not scratch her itch with him?

I left it open to interpretation, because I feel that it would make for interesting reactions to what would supposed to be a female rapist song.