Wednesday, January 5, 2011

TAINTED

His excuse was plausible enough.
That old, rusted Buick had stalled
on the interstate until a Good Samaritan
had stopped and helped him out. 

His kiss was soft enough.
The sweet smell of whiskey hadn't
tainted his tongue and seeped into
his sweat-soaked work shirt.

Her heart was open enough.
She willingly fell into his arms and
into bed, but wondered if that Good Samaritan
had been wearing lipstick.

8 comments:

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  2. Well... that gives us all something to consider. Leading and intriguing. Well done!

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  3. This had me wanting more..in a good way! I did not want it to stop...Enjoyed!!!

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  4. This is very nicely written, but the text on your blog background was nearly impossible to read.

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  5. Very nicely done I like the last line the best that she wondered if the good Samaritan wore lipstick.

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  6. Really well done. And a perfect ending!

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