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TWAK! Twak!    A knife embeds itself    in the space just by her left ear    as if the wood gulped it...sucked it    in its glint    vibrating still.    In her head she plans    dinner.    She stares at her husband    remembers how he had come    to court her ...twak!    Another knife flashes spitefully    narrowly missing her other ear    a little bubble of blood    like a stud earring blossoming on a wobbly earlobe.    'Ouch! ' she whispers    to herself guilty    at such an over reaction    oh how he had excited her       her head in a spin    saying he was in    show business    her world revolves    about him the next knife    impregnates itself in the space    between her legs    like a tuning fork   it hums       her excitement builds    a splinter of wood    nestles in her left inner thigh.    'Wow...nice! ' she becomes moist.    The shimmy of her spangles    as the lights catch her    a little gasp       she faces him boldly    afraid & un-afraid    upside down now her world all topsy-turvy    she still so proud of her husband's skill to tantalise her    his unerring accuracy    the pride of being (she the knife thrower's assistant) as well as wife. Twak!
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
TWAK!
TWAK! Twak!    A knife embeds itself    in the space just by her left ear    as if the wood gulped it...sucked it    in its glint    vibrating still.    In her head she plans    dinner.    She stares at her husband    remembers how he had come    to court her ...twak!    Another knife flashes spitefully    narrowly missing her other ear    a little bubble of blood    like a stud earring blossoming on a wobbly earlobe.    'Ouch! ' she whispers    to herself guilty    at such an over reaction    oh how he had excited her       her head in a spin    saying he was in    show business    her world revolves    about him the next knife    impregnates itself in the space    between her legs    like a tuning fork   it hums       her excitement builds    a splinter of wood    nestles in her left inner thigh.    'Wow...nice! ' she becomes moist.    The shimmy of her spangles    as the lights catch her    a little gasp       she faces him boldly    afraid & un-afraid    upside down now her world all topsy-turvy    she still so proud of her husband's skill to tantalise her    his unerring accuracy    the pride of being (she the knife thrower's assistant) as well as wife. Twak!
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
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