I saw the partial tattoo, enta
She looked the part
Was this the honey trap
Was it my time
Her name was Jill
Like mine was Bill
Part of the thrill
We lied until two
Then we knew
How the game would ensue
We left to pursue
Her dress sliding pure
Inviting, demure
Was it time
Was she mine
I let my hands caress
The final test
She arched to come in
Like the sin
The beautiful surrender
She smiled, touching my face
Like she knew
Her arm revealing the true
Then I knew
The deadly Mojenta.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2025 08:27
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Comments3
Intriguing and entrancing it spins its tale sensuously and erotically until the answer is found. Lovely Paul
He won't be doing that again.
This is sharp and cinematicflirtation, tension, the reveal of Mojenta. Noir shadows and poetic heat woven together. Gripping work, Paul. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
He's learned his lesson.
Not a Mickey Finn, was it Gaffer (I mean Gov'nor)?
Smooth ride to bump of an ending. Good Stuff.
No mickey finn, just the wives private eye. lol
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