[DF:WK6] _KDP_ vs Eye-Rime (KDP No-Shows)

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_KDP_
Active Worth: 008pts
Vs.
Eye-Rime
Active Worth: 005pts

Good Luck Ladies.
Prove Your Worth

[_KDP_]

my active worth is supposed to be 10 points fam.

please straighten it out for next week.


alternate.

[Quriosity]

I need more time!
In/alternate.

[_KDP_]

im gonna need an extension. havent started yet n got a lot of work before headin to happy hour.

[Quriosity]

{.. “Money Can't Buy You Love” ..}


Vivid in style
As salty sweat drips from his brow
Calculating every measure with the sickest of smiles
He sits for awhile
Truly departed, lethargic, crooning in darkness
Consumed by his target, starving, enthused as an artist
He's hugely regarded
Reviewing her parts and stripping her naked
Then licking and tasting
The cold on her back, and tickling places
Skipping the basics while groping his sack, then whispering graces
And holding his pack
He was growing attached to the thinnest of faces

Spit drizzles, embracing
His pants, adjacent to hands
Drenched in his own obsession as sweat was racing from glands
Succumbed by her soul’s perfection
Contemplating romance
He pants
Then, slowly reaches for her waist as she stands
Ambivalent
Watching her magnificent pace as she danced
In the dim lit room
Her sudden doom now creating a trance
And his psychological state would then abate with a glance
Her beauty breaking his stance
Until She entered, shaking his plans
Pitching a fight by saying demands and flicking the lights
With his dick in her sights
“Oh my… Phil!
“I can’t believe… wait, this isn’t right”
She said, hissing in spite and snarling a lot,
…Startled, he stopped
“It’s finished tonight, Phil, I’m calling the cops!!”
So he started his watch
Priming her first, then refining her girth
With the kindest of jerks
As he tested and eliminated even the tiniest quirks
Next, lining her shirt
Rouge
And then, designing her skirt
Noir

“C'est vivant!”

He said,
While shining his work

But then,
A hesitant KNOCK!
Against the glass of the door

As moths flickered in lanterns, the noise grasping his core
Edgy
He’d heard some things, but never had it before
Though his friends all anxiously claimed that he’d be asking for more
While gasping, he swore
To never
Ever
Look back at before
His sweaty palm clasping her hand
Until it’s massively sore
Then an answer
Alas, they passed through the store
And his wife whispered
“Hey,
Look at the ghastly décor”
As a young, dark haired lady led a path through the gore
With a walk much like his wife's, he thought
Trudging through trash on the floor
Then
She stopped and knocked,
“Phil, the Officer’s here!”
And David’s wife damn near fainted, suddenly lost in her fear
Descending slow
And there He stood, smelling of fire
Amidst the smoke
With two tables, and each under a helmet with wires
So now, David held to her tighter
As she yelled, but grew tired
Her vision fading
Lying listless, with her Hell as attire

"A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her."

And after
Phil asked Liz to fetch them glasses of wine
"#@Would you like Char!#? .. ?#%Would you like Char&!@ .. &/!Would you like Char"@?$
Embarrassed
He smiled, and quickly turned the knob attached to her spine
"I'm glad you are fond of my work,
She's a sensational muse
So much so
That I even made copies for recreational use"
He chuckled as they walked out
David's wife now linked to his dick
His new sex slave
And Phil winks
"Oh don't worry, David, there's just a few kinks to be fixed"
Then David quickly turns
And Phil
Obsessively watching
Closes and locks the door while tucking the check in his pocket
Completely immune to the sound
Though he's excessively knocking
Checking his clock and...

"Minuit!"

...He hears the thump
As her head fell from its socket






La Fin.

The artist,
Philippe de Cousteau.

BTW, the words are in french,
in order: Red, Black, It's Alive, Midnight, The End