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I want to plow right through you, Slowly, Gently. So I can feel you feeling the quaking of your trembling lips, the unsteady shake of your nervous hands. I will take on your eyes To gaze at your reflection And then do it justice with fiery words That would make grown men blush. A picture will be taken of my foot next to yours. As a testament to my conquest. I will work to a pace set by your heartbeat Until my mission is complete. |
this is very interesting. Sexual undertones really drive this piece and keep it all too intriguing. The protagonist is truly a predator describing the hunt of her prey. A lion hunting Zebra so to speak. Very exciting reading here. I really enjoyed the part where this predator states that a picture will be taken of "her foot next to yours" as a testament of her conquest. That was really unique and filled my mind with alot of possibilities. Thanks for sharing this. Very nice writing. peace, mister fizzle | Posted on 2005-02-01 00:00:00 | by Mister Fizzle | [ Reply to This ] | Hmmm...not exactly sure what has just taken place, or what the picture of the feet thing is (I'm sure to understand that would be to understand the piece) but to me the whole thing sounds rather seductive. Not sure if that is what you were going for, but if so, works for me... | On the other hand, I wish there was some concrete phrase or line or two that could assist me in determining for sure what I'm reading. I will say, the words have a nice rhythm to them. | Posted on 2005-02-01 00:00:00 | by deadndreaming | [ Reply to This ] | |