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Bath-Sheba by Sue Hess Sunday, May 12, 2002 Share Print Save Become a Fan Quietly she slipped into his room Sure no one would notice If they saw her leave After the deed was done Drawing her dagger From beneath her robe She walked to where he slept She stood there a moment Looking longingly at the man who made her a woman This nobody Who made her complete The man who took her to heights of passion She had never dreamed of Who cried her name in moments of pleasure Making her heart soar With love With that thought she plunged the dagger Into his heart Killing all her desires Along with the man Because she loved him so much And she could never Allow any man That much power over her She was Bath-sheba The most desirable of all women It was she who controlled She who manipulated Had she not lured David To rid her of Uriah And then to marry her himself Her sons would rule She could allow nothing Certainly no man To interfere with the power She craved She could never allow him to live Owning her heart As he did She had too much to lose And she was not a woman Who liked to lose anything

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Reviewed by Gilles	6/5/2002

Hummmmm...The Gilled one does love it!




Reviewed by L. Newman	5/13/2002

You can't write to save your own life. Post your stuff when you've grown up some. Stay fishing. Perhaps the gilled ones can appreciate your romper room idiocies a bit better than the likes of me. Teen poetry is better spent on 9/11 boo hoo bull... Everyone calls themselves a writer, and dry heaves can be painful after a week or so. Cut me some digestive slack, poopsie.




Reviewed by Tracey Hardie	5/13/2002

Awesome write!!!!




Reviewed by J John (Reader)	5/13/2002

Yikes ..... im stearing clear of u ladies for a while :))))) ..excellant write .... j




Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson	5/13/2002

interesnting indeed.....just couldn't catch the flow...will check-out the story




Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)	5/13/2002

Fiction excellently written and captivating, for sure!




Reviewed by Sue Hess	5/13/2002

good point eileen, i should have mentioned that this is fiction, nothing in the Bible, like my angel poems, i just make up what i think is possible for the character and go with it.




Reviewed by Sandie Angel	5/13/2002

Great write!!!!! May Lu $_$




Reviewed by D. Enise	5/12/2002

Captivating!!! ~Jen




Reviewed by E T Waldron	5/12/2002

A good fictional write...;-)