Do you hear that?
There it goes again.
A note so quiet
But compulsion draws me in.
“You finally came.
Want to be my pet?”
I turned around.
Was this some kind of bet?
Or was it a joke,
On me.
No one ever wanted.
What they see.
“It is you; I want.
Come to me, here.”
He pointed to the ground.
I moved with little fear.
“I felt your longing.
So I played that tune.
I brought you here.
In my dark room.”
I should run,
I should flee.
Oh, would someone help?
The innocence in me.
Then he stood
A giant of a man
Broad chest
Big hands
“Do you see the Instrument,
That I play?
Long and sleek
It does what I say.
Rather, notes come out.
on my command.
You’re the next one,
That will sing,
On demand.
A cold chill,
Then I’m hot.
I swallowed loudly.
As he touches my spot.
“Mm is this sugar or
Is this cream?”
My legs are trembling.
This is obscene.
He pulled away.
His instrument in sight.
Coating the mouthpiece
With such delight.
“I am the pied piper
And you see
What happens tonight
Will happen in three.
Tonight, I will taste you,
from root to tip.
Drink you up,
Every last bit.
Tomorrow will bring
a new plight.
You will return.
What I give to you,
Tonight.
On the rise of the moon
On the third night, you see
Will be your doom.
But pleasure for me.”
I should have ran.
I should have flee.
I didn’t really want to.
What does that say of me?
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