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A/N - This was an assignment for my college poetry class. We had to write sonnets. I started writing a Shakespearian sonnet, and it ended up turning into a poem about Tatiana Romanava from "From Russia With Love." The poem is from James Bond's POV.
Tania
No, your mouth is just the right size
For me to perfectly fit a tender kiss.
Those full red lips would never tell me lies.
Tonight there's not much time for bliss.
But I will lie here and hold you through this night.
Please tell me your thoughts in the morning.
We'll get our rest before tomorrow's plight.
Then we must strike quickly and without warning.
Whisper sweet little secrets into my listening ears.
I've been sent across the globe to find all of your answers.
I'll bury my fingers in your soft golden hair.
I did the same the other night with the belly dancer's.
We'll escape the consulate and catch the train
Then flee to London and dance in the rain.