Creeping.....
she was a sensual mistress who celebrated life on the wild side
her eye lashes were long and her eyes dark and heavy
her lips full and painted blood lust red
she became a metamorphisis of new york from day to night
as she strolled outside she passed a few women chattering like magpies
women in packs were dangerous entities
she gave a smoky laugh
instantly she had a thousand impressions rushing by her senses
many people tried to change her but failed
as she crossed the street her legs gave way she fell and cut her head
outta no where a stranger approached her and offered her a hand
to her amazement it was the wife of the man she was having an affair with
she could hear the lazy rise and fall of her voice
she concentrated on her basic manners
as much guilt had set in she enjoyed the fluid ride a married man offered
a thousand warnings jangled in her brain but were ignored
if only she could give herself to him for one more reckless moment to the heat to the need
this was more like a warning
this was enough to close of a call no more taken men or midnight rendevous
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