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Prompted by: Dream Song 106: 28 July ~John Berryman
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and culminated in an abundant thing,
They wrestled in bed, caught up in the throes of passion. Two people on opposite sides together because of lust, and the thrill of sleeping with the enemy.
“Napoleon darling, it would be so easy to kill you,” Angelique purred.
“And for me as well,” he smiled, driving his lips onto hers.
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again today, glaring at her bandages & locks:
Illya watched with disdain as Napoleon helped Angelique from the wreckage of her car, wrapping his handkerchief around her bleeding wrist.
“She tried to run you down, and still you help her?”
“It’s good to have respect between enemies tovarisch.”
“Trying to kill you is respect?”
“Ah, but she didn’t kill me.”
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animal nature so far as to allow
He kissed her on the lips as a taxi pulled up alongside them.
“à bientôt,” she whispered into his ear, nibbling on his lobe.
“You really shouldn’t do that...I might not let you go.”
“Oh please,” Illya groaned, “let her go.”
“Russian, you’ll never understand romance.”
“Not your kind madam,” Illya sneered.