Je En Vie Heathen Temptress! Dancing naked on the periphery, promising him silver and gold and warm breasts. Your circean lips beckon him, to a land of green, green grass a soft downy pillow, monogrammed hanker chiefs and a place to belong. Such an elite group, every one�s dying to get in. I would hold him here if not for your charisma. You charm and disarm and how can I argue with your gold gilded words so carefully chosen weighted just so. You beckon him with smouldering eyes and a peek of your exposed slender neck revealing nothing but his own desire. You beguile him with jewels from your open thighs freshly bled rubies and garnets of dried blood. I cannot compete. I have nothing to offer only a worn and damaged heart and a tattered ragged soul. No garnets or rubies fall from my cunt. Honey does not drip from my lips I cannot promise him oblivion You steal him from me in the twitching of a hangman�s noose I am left with nought but a full bottle of pills and my blurred reflection in a tear streaked blade Your name sticks sharp in my throat shredding it�s walls as I scream Infidelic bitch! how dare you take him from me! And if I were not a coward, If I were braver, I would join your conga line and dance to your tune I would follow him, if I could; but I could not, would not die for you 2004-04-18 12:43 p.m. |
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