Assassin

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    Assassin

    Slowly walking down the hallway towards the bedroom door

    Opening the door

    Peaking head in

    Seeing body lying there

    Plot to fuck that body

    Looking so peaceful

    Having no idea what is about to happen

    Don’t see it or hear it coming

    Feeling someone watching

    Knowing but not sure

    Starting to grab the sheets

    Biting the pillow with teeth

    Taking in deep breaths feeling weak

    Sweating as you’re wondering

    Moaning, screaming, not believing

    Climaxing

    Plot to fuck that body

    Complete

    Assassin

    Leaving

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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