the kill
thick liquid velvet, in
delicate rivulets, flows
from her hungry lotus flower
her spirit throbs,
an angry carbuncle
seething, barbed pain -
womb-crushing,
demonic possession - her rage
silently, she savours her prey -
weak ... impotent ... desperate
his voice, a wilting, pitiful mewl -
engorged with a thirst for his agony:
silken exsanguination
she bathes in his terror,
piercing his salty, rich flesh
with her ivory spires
his throaty croak, ebbing
into a murky dusk
screaming convulsions
of his naked flesh, glistening
in the deft movements
of her hands, teeth and tongue
rapture and torment converge -
an erotic tempest
she wears his primal fear
like a shimmering gossamer sheath
her gleaming blade glides
across his softly trembling throat
mesmerizing ... intoxicating
a sticky, crimson geyser
thick and warm
pulsing ... spraying ...
like the sound of a gentle rain
death lingers in the diffuse sound
of his gurgling - gentle,
like the gurgling of a babbling brook
with a gutteral moan
his spirit retreats
dissevered,
from his raw, pulpy husk
her rage, melted into nothing
delicate rivulets, flows
from her hungry lotus flower
her spirit throbs,
an angry carbuncle
seething, barbed pain -
womb-crushing,
demonic possession - her rage
silently, she savours her prey -
weak ... impotent ... desperate
his voice, a wilting, pitiful mewl -
engorged with a thirst for his agony:
silken exsanguination
she bathes in his terror,
piercing his salty, rich flesh
with her ivory spires
his throaty croak, ebbing
into a murky dusk
screaming convulsions
of his naked flesh, glistening
in the deft movements
of her hands, teeth and tongue
rapture and torment converge -
an erotic tempest
she wears his primal fear
like a shimmering gossamer sheath
her gleaming blade glides
across his softly trembling throat
mesmerizing ... intoxicating
a sticky, crimson geyser
thick and warm
pulsing ... spraying ...
like the sound of a gentle rain
death lingers in the diffuse sound
of his gurgling - gentle,
like the gurgling of a babbling brook
with a gutteral moan
his spirit retreats
dissevered,
from his raw, pulpy husk
her rage, melted into nothing
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