Soft Kisses
He stared at her as she walked from the door,
he was spellbound,
and so much more,
how beautiful she was in black lace,
with a warm expression and a gentle face,
light eyes with a magnetic gaze,
it felt like he was dreaming,
and all this lost in a haze,
for a moment he thought he heard himself screaming,
but then he realized he was bound hand and foot,
he had a vision of his death,
she threw soft kisses his way,
but that was the last of the harmless play,
she cut his wrist and watched him bleed,
almost like a need,
to watch this man die,
and the secrets he held deep inside,
was all the reasons why,
then he slowly turned blue,
and his death vision,
finally came true.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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