Thursday, 17 April 2014

BLOOD RHAPSODY by MISTRESS ROSIE


BLOOD RHAPSODY by MISTRESS ROSIE

She was regal perched at the piano
Playing his favourite serenade
One glass became two bottles
He sat gazing at her bare shoulders
The striking of her fingers once soothing
Now a maniacal reckoning in his mind
He pictured his brothers lips upon her nakedness
An ire rose up in him that the wine could not contain
A piano wire he deftly pulled from his valise
Precision was the key struck by her fragile fingers
Her life force tickling the ebony and ivory in one last
Blood Rhapsody of insatiable lust and jealousy

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