Slippery Slope
What is my fate or dare I ask it
Your poise seductive
Demeanor rehearsed
From the moment I saw you
My life was cursed
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Still I couldn’t resist
Those exquisite charms
Varnished vernacular
And yearning hot arms
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Slick slippery
Velvety smooth
Alluringly slicker
With every ruse
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The deeper I slide
Down this oily abyss
The more I succumb
To this buttery bliss
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Oh slippery slope
Where do you end
At the gates of hell
Or the lion’s den?
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What is my fate
Or dare I ask it
Is my final appearance
In this satiny casket?
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Rick Beneteau
Former 80’s happening songwriter when divorced turned Internet marketing ‘guru’ on the-then-brand-new Internet who in 2006 became co-founder of a humanitarian non-profit who then came full circle back to music – for film and television.
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Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
By Mohammed Darasi6 days ago in Fiction
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This was fantastic!
I love this ❤️