Darkest
Alone on a station she sits and waits
for her train to arrive, but the hour grows late
He watches her breast rise and fall, so much he plans to do
his insides writhing with anticipation, his hungry eyes burning blue
feeling scared, she silented preying he'd break his athirst stare
she folded her arms acrost her chest and made belief he wasnt there.
Undetered he moved closer and sat down, oggling her form
placed both his hands in his lap, as it grew increasingly warm
fondling his bulge gently, he sighed, teased to full attention
the harsh pull of the fabric not the smallest prevention
she could feel his lecturous breath on her neck and instantly she winced
but her fear built his excitement and his fever just intensed
fast, more demanding, she stood sharply to blot away
too late, he grabs her wildly hard, commanding, no choice but to stay
arms out-stretched in front of her to soften the asphalt kiss
but gravity was on the enemies side, and the concrete did insist.
Head bobbing, a queer smile crept acrost his face
oblivious to his surroundings, lost in his dream place.
The girl across the way, stood slowly and h past
the hunched up, be-coated figure, sleeping fast
blissfully unaware of the sicknesses sweaty swell,
as the train pulls away, probably just as well.