Even as fingers – swift
and seductive – thieved,
she moaned invitation,
ignored the warnings
so eager to please,
so hungry for love
He didn’t need a weapon –
the flash of iced blue eyes
and a throaty whisper
rendered her compliant
so eager to please,
so hungry for love
He was pro, conscience
numbed by a list of victims –
so many wasted lives,
faceless towns left behind
so eager to please,
so hungry for love
She blamed it on the passion –
the sudden confusion, misplacing
things, money – her thoughts
blinders set on a glowing future
so eager to please,
so hungry for love
Blamed herself in the aftermath,
would rather he’d used a knife,
slashed her body – violence
less shameful than this
so eager to please,
so hungry for love.
Very emotional.
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Yes. It’s a sad phenomenon. How easily we can be duped.
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Heartbreaking and powerful V.J.. You never fail to amaze me with your talent.
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Thanks, Terri. You always make my day.
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I’m glad to hear that! Hope you’re feeling better.
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Getting there…
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