Red Rope Of Lust
She finds herself in a dark tunnel
Always looking over her shoulder
For fear has consumed her hole being
The only light is a pin hole at the end
She's walking and walking
But the lights at the light at the end of the tunnel
Just gets farther and farther away
So she runs for all her strength
Something tightens around her throat
She grabs, and feels nothing
The phantom rope gets tighter and tighter
Her knees buckle, gasping for breathe
That just can not get past her luscious lips
The last sweet breathe slips through
A gasp then she dies
BY what she thought was love
Yet it revealed itself
To be the red rope of lust!
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