Memories Of Love
Karyn Indursky
Olive green eyes empty her soul
while he sucks her essence of being
out through his straw when
thin black fabric rips off
with sheer red current lace falling down
around her sliced suntan stockinged feet
denied of her leather strapped high heels
while his hands grab her thick jet black hair
aggressively after tasting her perky rosebuds
screaming for mercy before
his penetrating penis enters
a no longer sacred vagina left bleeding
from his forceful behavior claiming
what little dignity was left
deep inside her tarnished
memories of love.
Author's Notes/Comments:
I wrote this poem while watching, "The Craft," on TNT.