She sits in a chair in her lace
looking out the window.
A storm is raging in her eyes
as she waits for him
who will not come.
Working late he says,
but she knows
How to work the grapevine
to get information.
The little blond receptionist
was too much of a lollipop
to go by without a lick.
She burns the city in her mind.
The buildings crumble
to the ground
and flames flash,
lighting up the sky.
She has options of her own
and makes a phone call
Dressed up in her lace
perfumed she waits
to make love to a man
she does not love,
but wants
Until this time she has held back.
She loves the thrill of coming lust.
She has timed it just right.
He will be between her bliss
when her husband comes home
from his affair.
Everything will burn in the end.
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Comments
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I'm really impressed by this, it left so much to the imagination and only said what needed to be to give the reader amazing imagery.
Also one of few entries with good grammar, tense and in the third person. A very good quality entry, thanks for entering!
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ok two wrongs dont make a right, but hey if he is doing the stoinkage with someone other than his missus, she can as well...good one... best of luck in the contest....
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forgot the yellow things lol
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laughing at the lollipop imagery - a good piece, i like all the storm-filled swirls, ah some people in life live for lust, they like the flames singeing.
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Too real dude. This was awesome.
Enjoyed.
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