"Death Trap"
dear ________,
last night was a total disaster
I found out that
apparently it takes
20 drinks at some smoking
stench filled hell hole
of a bar
to get my mojo working
then she walks in
all eyes on her
mid-thirties
tan, long legs
wearing a top that shimmers
and exposes her midriff ever so subtly
she leans over to the bartender
and whispers something in her ear
the woman giggles coyly
as the drink almost spills
"how did your date go?," asks the bartender
The woman leans closer and smiles
"He was a tool. Like a fucking death trap."
She gets up slowly
And blows the bartender a kiss
The anticipation between
What's to come and
What could have been
Is treatening to unravel her delicate insides
The moment, palpable
As a black, silk dress falls to the floor
The room spinning in ecstasy
Desperation lingers on her mouth.
- DP
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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