From the diary of Marianne....


She stood there wrapped in a black

Smooth silk cloth which gently covered just the required parts.

She was glowing. Her beauty, her charm, her grace,

Nevertheless,

Outstanded the entire universe.

In the dark room lit by just

The bright stars,

Her eyes twinkled like one of them.

He sat there motionless.

Admiring the beauty of the young lady

He bought for the night.

He paid five grands to buy the lady.

“Not much” he thought to himself.

“ for such an unparallel treat for the eyes

Living on the planet.”

She smiled gently at him.

He got up and stretched his hand toward her.

She stretched her’s too.

Fair, perfectly shaped,

Long slender fingers, red nail paint.

He dragged her to the bed

Gently lay her down on the

Bed of roses.

She did nothing, said nothing.

Just lay there and looked

At the dark night sky

As he took off his coat and tie.

As he climbed on the bed

And lay beside her,

She turned towards him.

Then-all a game, a game of sweet seduction.

She drank his passion sip by sip

Once her’s above  and once below his lips.

He played along the game of lust,

Turning his commitments yet again to dust.

He turned her over climbed on top of her.

And got a view-so pristine, so clear.

He touched her in the most sensuous way,

Got along the game of sweet seduction as they play.

Her blood red nails dig deep into his skin.

In a trembling whisper she heard him say-

“you’re beautiful, lady you can be the con,

As you can,on your wish,turn the desire on.”

And then a tear rolled down his cheek,

And suddenly all the lust and desire seemed so bleak.

He rolled over and lay beside the beautiful bliss.

Then he said to her- “miss, I cannot do this.

I have my wife and two beautiful children back at home.

They are waiting for me,

Oh! they are so lone.

Their mother betrayed them but how can I?

So what if she slept in our bed with another guy?

For you lady, you are beautiful

In your own way.

Just this game of sweet seduction is not for me to play.

She smiled back at him and got up from bed.

Said- “honey! not every man in this world is like you,

They just want to get laid.

You got a sweet family, I never got mine.

I wonder what really, really was my crime.

I was a daughter, a sister, a mother once.

Time can be cruel u know?

Snatched away from me, snatched away all.

Keep your money, keep it with you.

Buy your children some toys

As like you I have met very few.”

With a gentle kiss on his forehead she left the room.

Leaving him to wonder what must have brought her doom......