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[aid] => mick
[title] => Seduction Speaks With Sins
[time] => 2006-09-01 16:40:59
[hometext] => theres only so much a heart can take
[bodytext] => The seductress seduces sensually the simple-minded man. Her curves dip in and out Like human hands had molded them from sand. Her luscious lips lined lively in likable red lipstick. Her eyelashes scrape senselessly against the brow bone’s tip. Hands guilty of sin grab hold greedily, gratefully of Green paper bills. Her eyes speak with sparks and splatters of sensational sun-colored fire, As they talk to the man that tastefully drinks his tequila, the flames grow higher. A connection concocted of one crazy lustful and one careless shameless soul As the two dance their way to the middle of the floor. Her hands reach out rather wrongly and rightly grab his ring, She pulls off the silver band, and when she talks she sings. She pouts her lips perfectly, and pulls perplexities from his pocket, Throws them across the room and he doesn’t bother to stop it. His mind has been made to fit squarely in the hands of this woman, Knowingly she slips in closer and kisses him with raw, hot passion. She’s a man-eater. She’s a thief. She’s chaotic. She’s his relief. She’s a monster and she’s a beauty, She’s got him tied around her finger and she keeps on pullin’. The heat between them grows, so boiling hot They are glued together by lust By sin…by the temptation of getting caught. They escape into the night that sweetly swallows them whole And when the deed is done They’ve added another strike unto their soul. Each goes their separate ways Only to meet up again And on the walk home that night he counts the stars, Hoping that they’d out number the weight of his sin. They don’t. He opens the door to the house that he calls home And gently greets his great wife as she combs Her fingers through his hair and asks him what he’s done He told her he finished the papers from work And in the deep core of his heart the guilt lurks. She sweetly stands up closer And slowly grabs his hand You can hear the breaking of her heart As she spots the missing wedding band. "Its her again?” she says sadly. He grabs hold of her and cries madly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” And she pulls away from him She walks towards the bedroom And he follows Because she always forgives him for his sins. In the dark they lay Half asleep and half awake And her heart stops beating, finally, for it took all that it could take. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 31 [informant] => xxbreathlessx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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