Author Information
So we going to fuck or what ?
well ?
she said as she stood waiting with all her
radiated beauty
with a heavy sigh I laid the sword aside
watching her hair flowing with the gentle breeze
bringing back many memories of warm nights
turned hot under mid summer stars
those gorgeous eyes watching as I unbuckled
each an every piece of my armor dropping them where
they lay
she smiled as I striped to the underclothes I wasn't wearing
naked as the day I was born I stepped into her embrace
once again our lips met an for that moment it was yesterday again
just before the passion became out of control
she slipped eight inches of cold steel between my ribs
.
.
What the hell were you thinking woman ?
You can't kill Me now
you did that years ago
so we going to fuck or what ?
~ D Donner ~
Great Title
.
Great last line. The midde if more elaborate would burn the airways between the poet and the reader. Metaphorically shocking! - Could not stop reading if I tried - nice story weaver, you. I gotta get me a shoebox :D - Lady A
.
The shoe box is the archives
The shoe box is the archives lol
pieces of cardboard beer cartons , napkins and sometimes actual paper
are stored there that made the cut enough the first time not to end up in the trash . sometimes I go through it just to see if I was fucked up as bad back then as I am now ...lol
I've become a high tech redneck and have no Idea where the computer stores them ..lmao
~ DD ~
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces