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life 1 min read 580 views Dec 28, 2016

Lust to Dust


I flirted with her from time to time,
I tried to buy her a drink, but she said don't waste your dime,
She refused to give me her number,
And swore that she'd take me under,
I said that I didn't care,
I looked deep into her eyes and could not stop my stare,
As we talked and drank, the world began to disappear,
As everything became hazy, she became more clear,
With one kiss my lust turned into fears,
In an instant, hours became years,
Suddenly sober her beauty became death,
Her looks and lips took my life and final breath.

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RonnieL

Aye...love the flow in this one! Nice!

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