The first strike was crystal clear even though it took me by surprise -
every minute, second, millisecond, that followed was as blindingly bright as the moment I met him.
Snake.
Charmer.
Handsome, quiet, shy, disarmer.
Smoother than a greased wheel.
His blows were graceful and rhythmic.
Each time his oversized limbs made contact with my face and body he seemed to become more aroused and alive.
My squeals and moans only soothed his angry fists.
With every punch he grew stronger and I shrank
into knots of nothing,
outside and in.
And then it happened -
The dance was done and he had won.
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Author:
Laynie Cooper (
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WELCOME LAYNIE (Nice name !) ~ Thanks for your first POEM ! Ifound it very true ! LOVE is a DANCE and in the end often LOVE conquers and one or other of the partners WINS. The best Ballet d'Amour is the ARGENTINIAN TANGO ~ A mega entanglement of LOVE ! Thanks for sharing ~ more please. MPS works by reading & commenting on each others POEMS ! Yours through Poetry ~ BRIAN (UK). Please check our site which I share with my Fiancee Angela ~ Thanks A & B !
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