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
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Assassin | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| My Thoughts | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| Face-Book | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| Unfinished Business | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Emotional High Maintenance | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Reminisce Sex (sexual content) | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Reminisce Sex | 0 | 04/14/2009 |
| Freestyle Part 3 | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
| Freestyle part 2 | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
| Freestyle | 1 | 03/16/2009 |
| When Its Time For My Wings | 1 | 03/05/2009 |
| Envy | 0 | 03/05/2009 |
| Motivation | 1 | 03/05/2009 |
| The Game | 0 | 03/05/2009 |
| This Morning | 0 | 03/05/2009 |
| This Morning Part 2 | 0 | 03/05/2009 |
| My Tongue | 3 | 03/05/2009 |
| I’m In A Situation | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| Good Girl / Bad Girl | 1 | 03/01/2009 |
| In My Hands | 1 | 02/23/2009 |
| Fibromyalgia | 2 | 02/23/2009 |
| Drummer Man | 0 | 02/23/2009 |
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