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Stalker

 click clacking high heel shoes
on dark tarmac under the streetlight
long legs to hips...curvaceous
pouty lips painted red

casual walk hips like poetry
in motion freeing wanton thoughts
of heaven on earth carnal paradise
she exuded charms of honey to bee

on the prowl he needed a fix
something that would satiate
his needs to subjugate
whores like his mama was

they saw each other
from across the street
they picked each other up
with a smile smouldering eyes

walking towards each other
Hands touching souls meeting
later on the motel bed
the meeting of lusts and souls

red working lady victim of rape
with only revenge in mind
plunge the knife into him
in his throes of passion

he took a gun simultaneously
and blew her head off
as she screamed her triumph
they collapsed together spent

the serial murderer and the whore
resting together for eternity.
Grace
Written by Grace (Idryad)
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