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Quickly Over
Everything must be perfect,
Not a detail out of place
He's coming over tonight
This man with no face
We've been talking for weeks
He thinks he's really the one
Maybe this time I'll forget your face
Once this night is done
Dressed to kill in my black dress
Fishnets up to there
Stilettos finish the picture
Careful to coif my hair
Set the table with a China set
Drag out the crystal too
Silver to each side I place
Arrange the vase, almost through
Light the candles, I'm ready for him
As ready as I'll be
Knock on my door, heart pounding
I open it to see
He's standing there, flowers in hand
A smile upon his lips
His eyes take me from head to toe
Lingering at my hips
I kiss his cheek, take the roses
Put them in the vase
I usher him into the vacant seat
Eager he take his place
Small talk over dinner, and laughs
We flirt over nothing
He takes my hand, lays a kiss
I think I'm feeling something
Starts as a tingle in my hands
Rushing up my arms
Heat pooling in my middle
As he turns up his charms
Pulling me to my feet with a grin
In his embrace I go
Mouths clashing determinedly
Letting desire show
Peeling clothes, piece by piece
Tossed upon the floor
Bodies nude, mashed together
Groaning, wanting more
Pushing me up against the wall
Hurry to get in
Thrust his cock deep inside
Revel in my sin
Moans and sighs, wet slaps abound
Fucking harder now
Slaking my thirst for rough and hard
This bruising I'll allow
I feel him quicken, shaking hard
I am almost done
I feel him go and then I follow
His face a little stunned
The blood runs between us
A torrent sticky mess
He looks just like the one I left
That I had loved the best
How that one betrayed me
He got his back, too
This one stumbles to his knees
His handsome face confused
The handle of the carving knife
Sticks out from his chest
Bloody froth oozing down his chin
Eyes closing in eternal rest
Two knocks on the wall, lightly
She comes through my door
She smiles as she looks upon
Carnage on the floor
She takes his body quickly away
A crew comes in to clean
I smoke a cigarette, waiting for her
Aware of what this will mean
Her smile beams 1000 watts
My job here is done
Though this one was put down tonight
We have just begun.
Not a detail out of place
He's coming over tonight
This man with no face
We've been talking for weeks
He thinks he's really the one
Maybe this time I'll forget your face
Once this night is done
Dressed to kill in my black dress
Fishnets up to there
Stilettos finish the picture
Careful to coif my hair
Set the table with a China set
Drag out the crystal too
Silver to each side I place
Arrange the vase, almost through
Light the candles, I'm ready for him
As ready as I'll be
Knock on my door, heart pounding
I open it to see
He's standing there, flowers in hand
A smile upon his lips
His eyes take me from head to toe
Lingering at my hips
I kiss his cheek, take the roses
Put them in the vase
I usher him into the vacant seat
Eager he take his place
Small talk over dinner, and laughs
We flirt over nothing
He takes my hand, lays a kiss
I think I'm feeling something
Starts as a tingle in my hands
Rushing up my arms
Heat pooling in my middle
As he turns up his charms
Pulling me to my feet with a grin
In his embrace I go
Mouths clashing determinedly
Letting desire show
Peeling clothes, piece by piece
Tossed upon the floor
Bodies nude, mashed together
Groaning, wanting more
Pushing me up against the wall
Hurry to get in
Thrust his cock deep inside
Revel in my sin
Moans and sighs, wet slaps abound
Fucking harder now
Slaking my thirst for rough and hard
This bruising I'll allow
I feel him quicken, shaking hard
I am almost done
I feel him go and then I follow
His face a little stunned
The blood runs between us
A torrent sticky mess
He looks just like the one I left
That I had loved the best
How that one betrayed me
He got his back, too
This one stumbles to his knees
His handsome face confused
The handle of the carving knife
Sticks out from his chest
Bloody froth oozing down his chin
Eyes closing in eternal rest
Two knocks on the wall, lightly
She comes through my door
She smiles as she looks upon
Carnage on the floor
She takes his body quickly away
A crew comes in to clean
I smoke a cigarette, waiting for her
Aware of what this will mean
Her smile beams 1000 watts
My job here is done
Though this one was put down tonight
We have just begun.
Published 23rd Apr 2015
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23rd Apr 2015 5:03am
Nice twist ^^
Love the beginning a lot and how it set up a bit like fairytale meeting :-)
Love the beginning a lot and how it set up a bit like fairytale meeting :-)
23rd Apr 2015 5:36am
A tale of the unexpected, echo Devils Child. If this was a tv programme I would sum it up as a "sex comedy thriller". The erotic element peaks between verses nine to fourteen, before the deadly twist (of knife). Favourite verse, which gets the reader wanting to carry on reading:
Peeling clothes, piece by piece
Tossed upon the floor
Bodies nude, mashed together
Groaning, wanting more
At least both got their fulfilment - the title gave me the impression it was about a session where one party was left unsatisfied.
It might be asked, "where did she get the carving knife from"? (They were nude, so no pockets!)
Peeling clothes, piece by piece
Tossed upon the floor
Bodies nude, mashed together
Groaning, wanting more
At least both got their fulfilment - the title gave me the impression it was about a session where one party was left unsatisfied.
It might be asked, "where did she get the carving knife from"? (They were nude, so no pockets!)
23rd Apr 2015 6:20am
I so enjoy your critiques! You actually give it some thought. As for the knife...A good assassin hides weapons EVERYWHERE.
~Stormi~
~Stormi~
Anonymous
23rd Apr 2015 9:57am
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Predictive text is a bitch. Lol thank you for your wonderful compliment. It just came to me, and flowed. No tool was needed this time. I'm content with how it turned out. Your poem...I could Tammy halibut MasterCard with. Wow!
Love
~Stormi~
Love
~Stormi~
