A soft whimper as a tear rolls down her cheek
’hush little one’, confident once but now so meek
‘I just want to see your body’, with my finger I trace
’come closer’, holding her deeply within my warm embrace.
Each passing minute, is one breath less
imagining the softness, as I remove her dress
a moment of wonder soon turns pure jubilation
as I gaze upon the most beautiful girl in all creation.
The skies getting darker, the days nearly done
nobody can see us, there’s no one to shun
beneath the stars, still, she lay there bare
her eyes green like jade, her hair so fair.
This is just the start, this is my beginning
like others before me, there is always shame in sinning
I have come to the conclusion, I have quenched my thirst
for I was her last but she was my first.
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Author:
Ansel Etcher (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem that features in a book I am currently writing about a serial killer. He writes this just after he takes his first victim. After each victim he writes a poem about them as his type of momento and frames them and puts them on his wall. Hopefully this explains why it has a dark vibe to it as it is how he feels throughout his first kill.
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