My eyes scanned your legs like scarabs in the womb.
Defying what is time, and sending your head back.
Chin pointed to the sky, tongue lapping the nape of your neck.
Eager sighs of ecstacy, born and awake like a screaming child.
Hands drifting up, and back down, slow rythm.
Your bottom lip begging for more as I twirled my finger around..
What we called "yours", as mine soaked the sheets.
One hand wandering behind your back, manuvering the holster of your breasts
My eyes meet yours one last time..
And the gun I held to the back of your head went off.
Death came quivering in, as shock drained from your face.
Your blood decorating my thighs like an envelope of red silk.
and I knew what I had done.
Goodnight my lover.
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