The Toast

Sometimes sin is impossible to escape, no matter how deep you bury it.

“Tempted?” she asked,
as her lips touched the glass,
her eyes full of smoky suggestion.

“Intrigued,” he replied,
though he should have denied
any interest because he was taken.

He shouldn’t have stayed
but the way that she swayed
as she danced to the hypnotic music.

He burned out of control
as the flames took his soul,
his body consumed with desire.

He ran into the night
far away from the sight
of the temptress with lips like red wine.

Next day did arrive
with him still alive
and plans carried out as expected.

The celebration full swing
as doves took to wing,
the revelers bound for the reception.

Happiness bloomed like a rose
‘til he saw her and froze.
He fought to regain his composure.

Sweat beaded his brow
as he noticed her now
drawing closer with each passing second.

“A toast?” she asked,
as her lips touched the glass.
Her eyes full of sparkling mischief.

“Of course,” he replied.
Though his fear, he denied,
he dreaded the words she would speak.

A hush filled the room
as he awaited his doom
at the hands of the girl he once loved.

The toast that she gave
before heading back to her grave,
“To my murdering husband and his new bride!”

 

Reviews

[Banished]

i love the was this was written and how it leaves the reader wondering why the speaker is so anxious around this person.
it flowed perfectly and i could feel how the speaker must have felt.
great write =]

[Nautili]

very interesting twist. it reminded me of a tim burton movie!

[C. Porter]

This is a really good write! I love it! The rhythm is perfect, and I love the way it was structured. The idea behind is awesome, full of scandal but with emotions hidden underneath...great, great job!