Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 75.0: December 19th, 2007

Ready, Aim, Desire
by Belinda Roddie

He’s in love.
Pulling on his heavy gloves,
he lets his fingers trace the outline,
massage the long, dark neck.
That elegant neck, which gives such shine,
seductive in her look and touch,
can make him shudder as he holds her,
but though she can be rough, she steeps
all lovers in a slow and easy sleep.
 
He’s in love.
He’ll have no other, wants no other.
He’ll take his lady to the woods
and let her spit a vicious, but lusty
fire from her lips – she kisses their heads,
paints their bodies red.
And then, he peruses his fallen prey
before returning to the quiet thrill
of caressing, kissing that long, dark neck.
though she may become the Black Widow
that so many fear, through the years
he hasn’t fallen in love with the kill,
but the murderer forever bent to his wil

The work you see here has not been edited not altered since December 19th, 2007.

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