I like to walk at night,To feel the cool crisp air on my skin.The solitude and darkness are just right,To soak my fingers in sweet sin. Into the trees and beside the stream,Looking up at the stars I caress my moist mound.The bliss and serenity like a dream,Couldn’t hear anything over my own sound. No…I didn’t hear him until his breath was in my ear,Tried to move away to no avail.Strong arms wrapped around me spiking fear,...