by Erika Flaten

Created on: August 07, 2008

He slithers toward me. Those peircing green eyes, and beatiful dark hair. expensive robes and swinister smirk. he offers money, he buys me a large ring. he takes me back to his place, dark walls and antique furniture. Old butler offers me a champagne, I say its my last. You've got a dark heart. Maybe just another drink! Or one more?

You never let me down.

He slides his hands down my shirt. Scruffy hair and sweet smile. Plain tee, and jeans. Red wine, flower petals and bubbly baths. He offers love and happiness. Smothering me in warmth and red, soft cloths. A sip of wine, a clink of a glass. A couple more sips and I'm beneath warm sheets as the stroke of midnight dongs down the hall.

You never let me down.

He laughs and slowly creeps closer. Rambling about his career, what he could do for mine. Dark business coat over slacking yellow blouse. Laughs once more. I start to follow along. Holding up a camera, taking shots. I smile a large, bright smile. He offers fame, and popularity. He makes me pose all over. He throws me a bottle or something strong. One or two more, got me gone.

You never let me down.

Don't come crawling back! My love to you? Compared to MONEY or SEXUALITY or maybe FAME.

here me yell around my shoulder. run away from you. you keep coming back. but don't remind me.

if I decide, maybe to come...

you know,

you never let me down.

originally published by Erika Flaten (C) 2008

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