Eye Spy…

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This is a true story…
One that’s seldom heard…

It’s whispered in dark corners…
And ignited by the words…

Never spoken aloud…
In fear of what they’ll say…

As someone’s always watching…
Every minute of each day…

In a story that encapsulates…
The true meaning of desire…

Of the sinful undertakings…
That flicker in Hell’s great fire…

A story that gets buried…
Out of sight, out of your mind…

In a land full of deception…
Where distraction is designed…

To drag each and every soul…
Deep into its black depths…

Where the depraved simply exist…
And the sinner simply regrets…

But is no longer capable…
Of pure thought and deed…

Which was instantly replaced…
By the Devil’s evil seed…

That has taken a firm grip…
Entwined around cold hearts…

From the very first moment…
Like a poison filled dart…

Piercing each and every soul…
And infecting all their thoughts…

Removing all the goodness…
And the innocence once taught…

This is the story of demons…
A story of pure evil ways…

Where nothing is ever sacred…
And nothing will ever stay…

Forever covered up or hidden…
This story will always be re-told…

And if you didn’t heed this warning…
Eye spy the fool playing with gold…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “I Spy” by Pulp

“Just you stood there, only in your underwear”…

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Behind the locked door…
Room 2wo 8ight 4our…

The lamplight in the corner…
The gift laid out all for her…

The leather briefcase open…
The minibar seal broken…

The bed nicely made…
Music softly played…

She’s stood in the corner…
Before the one who adores her…

Wearing matching Red underwear…
Oblivious and totally unaware…

Of the feelings he hides…
The Flutterbys inside…

As he gazes upon her face…
And his fingers lightly trace…

Her body and Black hair…
Trying not to focus or to care…

About the world outside…
Pain that makes him cry…

And give himself over…
Not drunk, but not sober…

To the demons in his soul…
Who are in full control…

Whilst lost in her Green eyes…
In-between her slender thighs…

A moment he so craved…
But left him simply enslaved…

To the dark carnal desires…
The lust and the fires…

That infect his blood…
He knows he never should…

Succumb to this weakness…
For this girl’s uniqueness…

And the look she gives…
Makes him feel like she’s his…

But it’s simply not true…
She does what hookers do…

And makes them feel nice…
As they pay for their vice…

Like so many before him…
Who paid cash for their sin…

She made them feel special…
By releasing lust’s Devil…

And playing the part…
Whilst capturing his heart…

And just for a moment…
She provides atonement…

Before leaving the room…
Into her next costume…

As he counts the cost…
The money he has lost…

And a sad lament…
At her lingering scent…

Driving him insane…
Until he sees her again…

Behind a locked door…
It’s all that he lives for…

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“Now every night she plays the sad game”…

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Regret was for the morning…
Not the here and now…

She should have seen the warning…
But eyes were blind somehow…

Now the feeling lingers…
Deep within her soul…

Wishing that his fingers…
Were there to take control…

Of her willing body…
That aches beyond belief…

Letting out a violent plea…
To bring her some relief…

And as she lays on the bed…
She remembers all the times…

He would fuck, with her head…
Yet make her feel so fine…

The way he would annoy her…
Get underneath her skin…

But all her paranoia…
Evaporated whilst playing…

When bodies were entwined…
With passion so very loud…

He fucked her body & her mind…
Leaving her floating on a cloud…

Giving herself to him…
Like a slave to the master…

Revelling in the dark sin…
And the orgasm she was after…

But all good things end…
As she was never his at all…

She was just his starlight friend…
She was just a night time call…

And he took full advantage…
As she never put up a fight…

Those moments were enchanted…
But he never stayed the night…

Now she lays there sadly…
Wondering if they’ll meet again…

Needing him so badly…
And slowly going insane…

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“Making me high, making me whole”…

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Up against the wall…
In a cheap hotel room…

Senses all blurred…
Intoxicated by perfume…

Sugar lips kissing…
Tongues mingle and play…

The Devil has infected…
Is what they will say…

Underwear falling…
Revealing naked skin…

Sweat begins to glisten…
Exploring deep within…

Thrown around like ragdolls…
In a frenzied attack…

A moment of abandon…
Nails assault his back…

The bed offers comfort…
As their actions intensify…

He moves down her body…
Probes between her thighs…

She whispers and moans…
Lets out a scream…

Is this really happening…
Or is this just a dream…

They met in the bar…
Never asked for a name…

They’ll part in the morning…
They’ll hide any shame…

And live with this memory…
Mixed up with guilt…

Remembering the feelings…
As her orgasm built…

In that very moment…
Realities were traded…

Distraction took hold…
And the real world faded…

Two sinners colliding…
Getting off on the danger…

Addicted to the thrill…
Of sex with a stranger…

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“Don’t stop it now, now is so right”…

I am really thrilled to introduce Richard as tonights guest poet – I have long admired Richard’s work and you can read more of his fantastic work here:  http://richardankers.com/

If you would like to grab a guest poet slot, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

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Darkness,
It envelopes
In waves of YOU;
Pleasure,
Pain,
Sin,
It’s all the same:
Wanted.
The wine glass,
Claret bubbling,
Waits for your lips;
I wait with it,
As your tongue samples the air.
Who’ll make the first move,
I wonder?
Yet, it is YOU,
Always YOU,
And I know it.
And I wish it.
And I desire it.
The night draws in
A dark cloak,
And I lose your shadow
To the void.
Lose my own, too.
But your eyes,
Emerald green and shining
Flick open,
The wing glass lifts,
And I wait for your stiletto
To be moved from my throat.
As I always do,
And always will
For YOU.

“Eye spy the worst place, in the world”…

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This is a true story…

One that’s seldom heard…

But whispered in dark corners…

And ignited by the words…

That are never spoken aloud…

In fear of what they’ll say…

As someone is always watching…

Each minute of every day…

In a story that encapsulates…

The true meaning of desire…

Of the sinful undertakings…

That flicker in Hell’s fire…

A story that gets buried…

Out of sight, out of your mind…

In a land full of deception…

Where distraction is designed…

To drag each and every soul…

Deep into its Black depths…

Where the depraved simply exist…

And the sinner simply regrets…

But is no longer capable…

Of pure thought and deed…

Which was instantly replaced…

By the Devil’s evil seed…

That has taken a firm grip…

Entwined around cold hearts…

From the very first moment…

Like a poison filled dart…

Piercing each and every soul…

And infecting all their thoughts…

Removing all the goodness…

And the innocence once taught…

This is the story of demons…

A story of pure evil ways…

Where nothing is ever sacred…

And nothing will ever stay…

Covered up or hidden…

As this story will always be re-told…

And if you didn’t heed the warning…

Eye spy a fool playing with Gold…

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“Now every night she plays the sad game”…

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The girl in the window…

Strips off gradually…

Slowly revealing herself…

So nonchalant, yet seductively…

She knows you are watching…

But just loves the thrill…

Of showing off her body…

That others would simply kill…

To have one such as hers…

So easy on the eye…

As she reveals her charms…

To any random passersby…

Driven by her need…

To feel wanted and desired…

It comes from deep within…

Because in real life she’s tired…

Sick of being overlooked…

And not looked at twice….

It wasn’t like this to begin with…

She was always treated so nice…

But time always takes its toll…

And bedroom sparks die out…

Now she looks for excitement…

Trying to remove the doubt…

That sits inside her head…

And tells her she’s unwanted…

By those who sit around her…

Taking her for granted…

And unwittingly fuelling…

The way she sees herself…

Making her feel worthless…

And left high upon life’s shelf…

But stood in that window…

Her soul is on fucking fire…

Floating in a fantasy land…

Feeling wanted and desired…

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