Poem -

DeAth of hooker wearing a little black dress - Part III

DeAth of hooker wearing a little black dress - Part III

And here I am in

GAOL 

Doin' time 

For the crime 

I did not committ 

The night the little black dress

Towards me 

Walked 

On her knees please

I did not do it

I did not do it

Did not do it

Did not 

Slit her throat 

The girl in 

The little black

In the corner 

Of the room

Upon her knees

In her blood

Red 

Spilt 

Still 

The beautiful girl

In the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

the little black 

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Tony Taylor

Hey JAI MASTERS!!...... this is VERY interesting..... and you know I love your stuff........ but you lost me here......I tried & tried...... but I couldn't pull together the erotic aspect of this.......I guess it's because I didn't get to read part one and two........ I'll go back and check them out....... and maybe you can give me a hint........ Love to you my friend!!......... ttyl.........T xo

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Jai Masters

It's a murDer mystery 

killing of a prostitute 

part 1 & 2 are just as horrible 

these poems will appeal to few 

as they are grotesque 

in their content and way of writing 

its a trilogy 

thank you and as Jilly Boel once sang 

Honesty it's your good opinion to tell me 

one cannot enjoy every canvas 

LuV Jai:) 

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