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DOUBLE OH, A BOND CROWN, EXAMPLE FOR CONTEST

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DOUBLE OH, A BOND CROWN, EXAMPLE FOR CONTEST

DOUBLE OH, CAUSE DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER


1

James, you’re incorrigible, my double Oh.
Outclassing the other tuxedos, you arrive
at the crowded casino and men glower
as women part their lips, each rivals. 

There sits sensuality. Wry brows
lift as you order a martini; particular,
your tastes, roughly refined, never bowing
to convention. Across the table, you war

with yourself. Those dual sides I easily spy,
the loner who targets curvaceous company
and the agent, hardened, a master of lying.
Your lady-killer grin ricochets off me.

Pure trouble. Fury with both barrels loaded.
Duty will win out and leave me owing.


2

Duty will win out and leave me owing.
but I’ll not be indebted to any man, 
alive, that is. These endowments only show
boys like a chest full of toys. Hands spanned

my waist and assumed they’d touched me.
Barely a graze, though some kisses stung,
cuts to the quick.  But you drawl, Tiffany…
Damn your smooth tongue. It lays diamonds. 

Secret service, indeed. I see your skills
and change my position, spin like roulette.
The bed accommodates looks that kill.
You measure up. I’m your compromised pet.

Sport or mission, each need maneuvers
Whether in espionage or under covers.  

3

Whether in espionage or under covers,
player, you’re always on top of the game.
There is something about the way you steer
my mustang, that says you’re entertained

by the maniacal, amused by the chase.
Still, villains and vamps require tutorage,
must submit to limits, be put in their place.
It’s no laughing matter as you nudge

metal against metal, step on the gas
and custom fit nine feet into a six foot
wide alleyway. You’ve taken Las Vegas,
as if the city had been sleeping. Fueled,

you shoot me a look; it rolls like dice, 
smoking...and as hot as smuggled ice.

4

Smoking and as hot as smuggled ice...
our affections flare in body language-
covert actions, once overs, slick disguises,
decoys and leverages, crucial appendages

like that Berretta. Question, what is a Q?
Q-uash, Q-uerken, Q-uarrel, or Q-uest? Do tell.
Each in their way seems to apply to you.
Now, kiss this Q-ueen, go on, man handle.

Oh, these constant disruptions are criminal.
Bonds-men! And do you ever use your bed
for rest, Lover? Trust me, let my arms cradle
your patriotism, your scars, your ... hard head.

First, stop thinking. Then, dust me with jewels.
Nights like this are mined by heroes and fools.


5
Nights like this are mined by heroes and fools,
but evil never sleeps, never sleeps; it plots
like pulp fiction, builds death rays and lewdly 
patrols, then rams plugs into corrupted slot  

machines, if you know what I mean. Schemes
multiply like clones, soulless clay, half baked,
and chaos organizes its minions, impedes
even a primed paladin. They have you scaling

the contumacious walls of dooms day
as they attempt, again, world domination.
Greed cordons, but you shatter barricades,
then infiltrate lairs with polished persuasion. 

Go to work. It’s fine. I’m not new to hellfire.
Let your femme fatale help settle old scores... 


6

Let your femme fatale help settle old scores.
They’ve caught me, think they have the upper hand
while I deliberate on small minds, locked doors
and the strange repression of man.  My plan

hadn’t read the script. Well, mistakes are made
even by the best or those with the best
of intentions.  Gunplay, bombs, each escapade   
to rout the opposition, even that wild west

savoir faire just bores the bikini off me.
We blow the bad guys to smithereens. Done.
Until the next brute needs a lesson.  Discreet?
If I must be. But really, darling, you’re no fun

And as cocky as they come. Never fumbling.
Good girls fall hard, bad girls just crumble.


7
Good girls fall hard, bad girls just crumble.
even I cannot decide which type I am.
After all, what’s love but a risky gamble
bluffing the heart with poker face claims.

I know I cannot be a Moneypenny
nor would I choose to be royalty
and don’t get me started on that Tool, Plenty,
or  the other tramps in your ample harem. 

Wicked your grin, I see thoughts progress
to where palms find more than just a mouthful, 
measured your motions, slowly you undress
me, whisper Tiffany in a voice so lethal. 

Where did you learn to do that? Look out, below
James, you’re incorrigible, my double Oh.





Tiffany Case, Bond girl with grit
Also, a large nod to film noir. Who doesn't love a dame?


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