Musings by The Poet Loriet
Kiss Of Death
As their eyes met,
she wondered
how she never noticed
how beautiful he was.
She could get lost
in eyes like that
never to be found
again.
Could he sense her
willing him
to "accidentally"
touch her,
brush her thigh,
graze his lips
ever so slightly
across her cheek
as he bent to whisper
something she couldn't
concentrate on.
She sat frozen,
the air thick with passion,
binding her extremities
to the scene of the crime.
Anticipation pounded
as he moistened, parted
his sensual lips,
coming in for the kill,
devouring her weak excuses,
her "I Can't"s
with his hunger.
Lori Beal
she wondered
how she never noticed
how beautiful he was.
She could get lost
in eyes like that
never to be found
again.
Could he sense her
willing him
to "accidentally"
touch her,
brush her thigh,
graze his lips
ever so slightly
across her cheek
as he bent to whisper
something she couldn't
concentrate on.
She sat frozen,
the air thick with passion,
binding her extremities
to the scene of the crime.
Anticipation pounded
as he moistened, parted
his sensual lips,
coming in for the kill,
devouring her weak excuses,
her "I Can't"s
with his hunger.
Lori Beal
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Kiss Of Death
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