The Stranger Poem by Lamar Cole

The Stranger



She had met him in a bar.
He was a blond-haired and blue-eyed hunk.
But evil lurked beneath this stranger's good looks.
She took him home for a good hump.
He insisted that she let him tie her hands to the bedposts.
He found ecstasy when he strangled her.
And saw the life leave her eyes.

Saturday, April 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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