A Crime Of Passion
Thursday, October 29, 2009 at 7:19PM 
My hands disappeared into her hair as I used them to pull her close. And as I kissed her lips the seconds between each thrust seemed to slow. Tracing my fingers down her back, along her feminine silhouette, I knew the gun was loaded, a sleepy russian roulette. Holding her near, while gently tasting her neck, it became appearant this night I would not soon forget.
Her love, although momentary, seemed to pull me through. A distant cry from a night of being ignored by you. Nestled comfortably in my arms we both ignored the truth, that although convenient I would never allow a coup. As the constellations overhead slowly moved out of site, I departed this crime of passion, crawling slowly into the night.
And with each step regret flooded my heart, because I knew during this journey our souls had grown apart. The bitter and the sweet, the moments and the hours, all coming to its conclusion because I was a coward.
The following written work was inspired by Damien Rice's "9 Crimes."
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