![]() Guilty PleasureA Poem by Crowley![]() It comes to this....![]() Eventually almost everyone loses their taste for killing For those who do not, it is usually because they never killed in the first place And here we are, long in the tooth and squared for battle And you wore a sun dress so sheer, the shadow undulations have me retreating a step The look in your eye isn’t hatred, but that of mutual respect Admiration left the room back in Munich, over wine and cheese Another killer had caught your eye, but experience is on my side, the just side You lunge and I parry, unsure if you are really ready for the mercy I stepped to your right, a dagger stroke across the hip, the curves that once hypnotized The wince, your wince, barely visible, the hiss from your lips even fainter You are no match for me in this, but you steel those thighs and growl Your thrust was straight but weak, I let it slide, it found my heart, bigger than necessary We both knew that it would end this way, that die was cast at the beginning of time Your smile turned to sorrow in the time it takes to birth an original thought Your thought is one that will not be filed away, it will play in a continuous loop The movie of my demise will be your guilty pleasure, when your ship has moved on © 2019 CrowleyReviews
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13 Reviews Added on April 3, 2019 Last Updated on April 11, 2019 Author![]() CrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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