She was killed....or died probably in mid-air falling like a ragdoll arms limp clutching perfect breasts. Blending neatly in the snow where strong arms had held her down pressing tight against that crumpled body. Blood seeped from the corner of rich red lips eyes fixed like glass. Forever seduced eyes, lips, body an image in my mind. R. L. Jones
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because that's what I do, I write poetry. Actually it is a poem I wrote for my Independent Poetry Study at the university.
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