A Devilish Rose: the witches split

A Devilish Rose: the witches split

The motel room door burst open from the outside
startled she stood there with a look of surprise
Police barged in with guns drawn and shields high
"Freeze," they yelled as the man on the bed cried.

"She was going to black mail me," he shook the cuffs.
She looked a little unsettled and slightly rough.
The officer turned her and leaned her against the wall
towering over her for this policeman was very tall.

"You have the right..." he stated to her, "Spread'em."
pulled her legs apart slightly as she smacked on her gum.
He run his hands down the sides of her body exposed
then up the inside thighs feeling a wet devilish rose.

They un-handcuffed the man from the bed quickly
he wrenched his wrists imprints, rubbing and twisting
He spat his distaste for such trickery and deciet
then he was handcuffed also by the police.

"You have the right," they began to reciet to this man
tossing him his pants and wallet and all his belongings.
They turned back to the lady, "Where'd she go?"
out the door and gone was a devilish rose.