Lips Of Stone

Your eyes, brimming with life.
Your lips, soft and red.
Your voice, clear as crystal.
A true beauty in all sense, this world and out.
Such a shame,
for you do no good to me alive.

And you fight against my dagger,
fighting for the life you so crave for,
Why?
This is your fate, let it happen, my love,
let it happe---
I SAID STOP FIGHTING BITCH!!

In a flash your throat is slit, and all I see,
all you see is your blood dripping down.
Watching you struggle like a slaughtered pig
choking, gasping for air you don't need,
fear spread across your face.
Blood dripping from the tip of the euphoric silver,
each drop breaking the growing silence,
A smile creeping across my face
in exhilaration ,
in growing anticipation, waiting....

Darling, let me show you my love,
Let me come inside you.
You look so frightened, so distressed,
yet you don't oppose me now
as I stroke your hair,
as I brush my lips against your lips of stone,
as I strip you of your clothes.
I cannot hold it in anymore.
Paralysed,
eyes frozen and black pearl,
a marvel for me to admire, to fondle,
to press my warm body against your soft cold skin
as I thrust in power,
as I thrust in rage,
as I thrust in love.
Ah, it's erotic.
 
So beautiful , you were.
Such a shame,
for you do no good to me alive
As I bury you now and walk away,
in gratified peace.