She Assassin Poem by Seth Diamond

She assassin smooth and sultry,
moves through the night air so swiftly,
long legs in the shadows moves,
take your last breath away smooth.

A red carnation's her ticket plus,
wine spirits moistens her mouth's
inhaling her blond in pipe
payment rendered for her blight.

A killer not; murderer no
such words not meaning so
a professional doing business maybe
or protection for me, certainly.

For those others veiled in sand,
how they kill matters not,
she casts them down to the lot,
and moves in line to kiss me slow,
she hold the hilt of the bow.
With her sweet gentle caress
she impales the discoverence of death.