Tango of passion(the hidden knife)
~¤~Like a Spanish Guitar~¤~
He played the chords of her soul
as he gently but firmly
touched her tensed arms
and held them higher
and she connected with him and danced
~¤~The tango of passion~¤~
He gently placed his hand around her waist
~¤~ close embrace ~¤~
and whispered to her :
- You are mine forever. . .
~¤~ hooking her leg around his body~¤~
- I was born free and I will die free, she said
He opened his embrace and pushed her away
as he kept holding her hand and made her twirl like a bird
- My love, he whispered
as he took her in his arms and bend her
her down until her head reached the floor
- You will never leave me. . .I know, he said
and pulled her back up
as their lips met in a passionate kiss
she sighed from pleasure. . .
- You love me. . .he whispered
She pushed him and crossed her left foot over her right
and said to him:
- I would give everything for a moment
of absolute freedom. . .
But nothing if I become the slave of love. . .
He took her back in his arms and brought her out of balance
and as she leaned towards his arm
he kissed her tenderly and whispered:
- You belong to me. . .
- Never she said and tried to push him away. .
He held her tight;she couldn't move
but she could see the hidden knife in his pocket
- You are mine
Penetrated her heart. . .
the twist of the knife became her salvation
and he kissed her the moment that she took her last breath
~¤~From his tears;she emerged like a dove~¤~
~¤~ and flew away~¤~
- Love is a bird. . .
Short story by night soul woman
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 21:29
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