The Kill

Sliding, surrounding
                        sensual affair
                        my body will beckon you
                        force you to stare
                        Mesmerized, meticulous
                        metaphorical lust
                        my lips will preclude
                        every premeditated thrust
                        Slowly, steadily
                        silently lean towards me
                        Arms brace your inevitable fall
                        into my eternity
                        Flesh feeling fire
                        it burns in your soul
                        You beg me for reprieve
                        but my hands have control
                        Push
                        Pull
                        Deep
                        Dive
                        Drink
                        Drown
                        Fill...
                        Taste me coming into your mind
                        it's your first but final thrill
                        Beaten, blinded
                        breathing your strength
                        until I go in for the kill...