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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One Sunday afternoon in spring, i was tending my garden, trimming and watering the roses, when he first passed by. I remember standing up to break the ache, and as i ran my hand across the face, to wipe off the sweat, there he was this breathtaking scenery! He had the most fair face i had ever seen, better than the men haunting my dreams from the Men Magazine! His bone structure was well highlighted by the brown tinted aviators covering his eyes, and the red Porsche reflected his perfect skin! I don't remember much what happened next, but with pure clarity i remember dropping my shears, as he leveled the sun glasses fifty degree, and cast a shameless stare to my long naked legs, with passion so wild; his eyes were like flames of fire! Then with an evil smile that clearly said; 'i will be back for more sugar honey', he fired his auto box and disappeared. The second encounter found me sipping sweet tea, reading 'red leaves' by Paulina Simons at the Porch. He was in a tight green sweat t shirt that emphasized his muscles, and long baggy shorts that revealed his manly hairy legs. He dropped the paper pack which contained seedlings of, every flower i could think think of from his hands, gave another evil wink, made a bow, and left without a word wearing a mysterious smile. And when he rang my door that Friday evening, there was no need for more formalities, our eyes told all the undeniable emotions we felt, within seconds, his hands were roughing up my clothes, his long nose teasing mine as our mouths locked in deep search. And when he started to nibble my ears, and taste my skin, i knew this adventure would forever change my life. But when the cold metal on the ring finger touched my flesh, as he tenderly caressed every spot his tongue baptized on my body, i realized i had not only witnessed a crime of passion; but had blood on my hands too. But that did not stop the want, it did not make him less desirable, nor quench the fire! And when his long John finally splashed my inner with his malt, and both simultaneously hit the paradise and bounced back, on my bed sweating and panting like teenagers, i knew this lust will not end without me getting hurt. And so the call came in this Sunday afternoon! Her worked up voice playing on my machine, rudely interrupted our third round of explosion. She said she knew! "The wife always knows" she exclaimed! She told me i need to stop ****ing her husband, and the father of her three kids, or else the last thing i would remember, "will be the Sheriff asking if you okey as you draw the last breath on this earth!" And so i plead with you,your Honor, the Jury and this Respectable Court, to take me under the wings of the Witness Protection Program, where i will be well protected and preserved from the risk of our encounters. Kindly take me far north; to a jurisdiction where his love cannot preside over. Where my eyes will never again sparkle at the sight of his perfect body, Where his fingers will never bruise my soft skin with a gentle caress. Take me to a safe house where my heart can never be made by his love, nor can my body die in his arms ever again. Issue me a new identity that has no clue; how good he is at this art. Far from this soul that adores his being. And in turn, i will take the stand against him, my palm on the Holy Book i will make the Oath; to tell the the truth and nothing but the truth, on the case of this organized crime, committed by my man who should have never been mine, against the one to whom he made vows of fidelity and stability. Whom he promised to cherish,protect and forever adore, through the fires of hell and pleasures of life, till death do them apart. Amen.
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