“Abduction” it maybe not what you want
But you have to accept what is served
And if you harbor dark fancies
My words are what you deserve . . Porn … Underhanded. As he sweet-talks her, smooth and seductive. He won’t quit ‘til she’s inside his van. And vamps herself up to the nines
She’d been told he has a cruel ‘hit list’
With its targets of wanton design
But she doesn’t know it’s a short-list of one. …………
Two nights later, recalling the stories
Her dark fancies begin to hold sway
An unwholesome tingle starts building
At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play
Remembering what her friends told her
She scrolls through some sickening scenes
Is that what she’ll get if ‘he’ picks her up? But it won’t reveal any shackles. The bar is a heady arena
And her heart thumps hard in her
