Take your best shot
By kittycatds
Cold hard steel In her hand If he didn’t get it He would now understand Aiming high Trembling lip All her weight Resting on her hip He thinks she bluffing Smile unfold He doesn’t believe She could be that bold Her hand is shaking But her mind unyielding She knows the power Her hand is wielding Staring her down “Take your best shot” The room is quiet And suddenly hot She watches him And remembers all The teasing words The names he would call Determined now She fixes her aim Upon the man she wants to maim Just one squeeze Just a simple deed No hesitation On her face to read She looks at him And smiles in reply And with the whip cream Shoots him straight in the eye… Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 03:55 AM PST 0 • 14
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"Cold hard steel ..."