Bugiardo
Poison dripped
From his impure lips
His greedy smile
Spread over his face
His hand was outstretched
Almost menacingly
And she shook her head
No
He tilted his head
Why not, he asked
A flash of light
Shone from his eyes
She opened
Her rosy red lips
The purple bruises apparent
On her paled skin
She could say nothing
His grin grew impossibly wider
And she slowly stepped
Into his possessive arms