Monday, September 28, 2009

Cherry

Her lips spoke of hell.
Cherry red.
They led me to believe everything you said was true.
Lipstick stained lies.
She knew she could have it all her own way.
With one single kiss.
The seductive scent of murder,
She spoke with I Love You's
She spoke with poison.
Her finely filed nails ran down my neck.
Just one touch,
It was death.
The aroma of seduction,
Lingered on my lips.
She sucked the life out of me.
With just one single kiss.

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