new life, younger life (warning, babyfur abdl refrenches)
#7 of poems
just a new poem
a pounding in your head as i start to stir
you look around, don't see anything
you shout but you cant form a sound, you realize something is in your mouth
you try to move but you are held fast
you try to take in what you know, what you see and feel,
you determin your in a bed of somekind, a very comfy bed, very soft and cozzy, you feel safe and secure
you determine you have something in your mouth, you try to spit it out, but all that happens is you end up drooling, it has a shield and is obviusly a pacifier
you cant move your hands, your gloved some how,
you look aorund, you see a rocking chair at your feet,
but bars as well? you determine your in a crib
you begin to calm down untill you hear the door knob unseen, you hear it turning and creaking a bit.
you then hear foot steps as some one walks over and smiles down at you,
its your mate. they smile down at you with a loving grin.
"ohh is the little one finally awake?" they ask
you cant help but nod in return
"don't you worry your pritty little head, im right here to take care of you little one"
why do they keep calling you t little one? then it all makes sence, the pacifier, the crib, the rocking chair, its a nursery and your the baby
"you get to grow up again. grow up better"
they reach down and pats your head
you are take care off, and babied from that day on, you forget everthing only to relearn...you get a new life...a younger lif