Red Rope Of Lust

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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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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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