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Sleeping with the Enemy
        by Roseyness  (roseyness@Writing.Com)
You smile.
I fall and quiver.
I'm smitten.
Smitten by you.
There's something in the way you talk
I glare apon the way you walk
My eyes flare with lust at the thought of you
My heart beats. Pounds quicker when I see you
And my imagination goes deeper.
Deeper. It almost feels so real.

Your mouth. Your touch.
As you move with me
There's something there
But you can't feel it.
I can see the smeared red across the sheets.

I blink back my eyes and see only white.
You were never really there.
Just my imagination.
My little fascination.

And I can feel my self go slightly insane
What would people say if they knew...
They knew you crossed so passionatley through my pain?
You're from the opposition.
The other side.
I'm not allowed to admit.
Only hide.
.
And you-You don't see me.
I'm cloaked in invisibilty
And that hurts. It stinges like Hell.
And then I see her.
She's smirking inside her soul.
I just know it.
So I kill her.
And then.
.
Then I move my hands down your back.
Gathering the part where you're weak.
You shudder. In excitment.
You're the one that's fallen.
You're exoted by my touch.
My mouth. My senses. My Everything.

.I Kiss you one last time.
You were surprised.
I bite your tongue.
I hear your cry.
I Kick you in the place I so long for.
You keel over.
I laugh. Laugh. Laugh.
Red all over the place.
Now you're Dead.
.It had to happen.
.But no one knows. No one knows
that in my mind-
-I've been sleeping with the enemy.
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