The burgundy blended with the apricot lace that covered a satin clad mannequin;
having shared too much wine beneath exit sign, the security guard began to dance
with the tapered-toe doll that he stole from the mall, saving the poor thing from fall fashion-
her being labeled a ‘Spring’ by the girl who knew such things, as she worked in Cosmetics.
Her stiffened submission to his indiscretions left the poor pseudo-lawman breathless,
he laid her to rest with his hand on her breast; his fingers flicked to elicit response.
He imagined her supple, heard her whispers of surrender, thus he rendered his lusts
on her willing plasticity, aware it was figuratively configured phantasy undiscussed.
He left her at home and smiled as he kissed her, told her not to bother with the dishes.
She must never fall to ruin like the ones made of flesh did, eventually he had to bury those bones.
The mound in the sand at the edge of his plot would never need to be her bedchamber,
as it was to several once more animate sisters that he offered his love and burgundy wine.
The stain on her clothes, which were piled on the floor, resembled a bouquet caught by bridesmaid.
His mall issue securty vehicle was decked out with bows, bells and the legend, ‘JUST MARRIED’
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