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Cobwebs and layers of dust surround
A heart left at the lost and found
Her painted face hides much more than it shows
Flashbacks to were the dye was cast
Fresh talons from her sordid past
Rip through the skin beneath her fancy clothes
She thought she'd laid to rest this wrath
Then like a mystic telepath
He took one look and saw were she had been
His crooked smile seemed worldly wise
The first to hear her muted cries
A battle hardened veteran of the scene
The words came first and then the touch
Eye contact in a busy church
The dam had burst and washed away her fear
Excitement took her by surprise
She met his lips and closed her eyes
He wiped away a solitary tear
The pent up passion both released
Allowed a taste before the feast
Three times she stood and fell back to the floor
Her shaking weakend legs won't stand
He holds on to her trembling hand
She whimpers as he moves back in for more.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

You have a way of painting a sordid scene while also elevating your characters into a dreamy bliss. Your word crafting & phrasing is off the charts with imagination & flavored with attitude. The best part of your storytelling in an epic verse like this -- how you throw down the most exquisite pacing. Not too slow, not too fast . . . just an irresistible seductive slide into oblivion. I love how your message could be symbolic, as well as realistic. Not only "moving back in" in the physical sense, but the implication is she's typical bait for a user so this is bound to happen all the time (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Tepo]

Ah you've got me sussed Margie
Thanks for such a detailed and kind review
It is very much appreciated

[poetgurl]

Wow, this is powerful and very vivid imagery through out this, I love how you ended this. Very nicely expressed

[Tepo]

Thanks Ang
Truly appreciate you taking the time to read and comment
Much obliged