You're Dead to Me

You say I must come over
Because you want to 'play'.
You've never cared about
How I feel or that I might not want to -
You just expect me to be
At your every beck and call...

Regardless, I make my way to your place.
You open the door
And welcome me with a hug
And a passionate kiss.
But I didn't come here for that.

I take off my coat to reveal my outfit -
Nothing but stiletto heels.
Your face fills with pleasure
And you lead me to your room.
I tell you to lay down
And I trace my mouth down to your crotch.
I feel your breathing getting heavier
As I place my lips over the tip.
Your body trembles
While I work my magic.

Just before you climax,
I pull away,
Running my fingertips across the tip.
That look on your face
Tells me that you enjoyed it,
But that you still want more.
I get on top of you
And you find your way inside.
Moving my hips to your desire,
I feel your body tense.
I quickly get off
And tie your hands to the bedpost.
Gently, I get back on top
And take you to your climax.

With your body still tensing between my legs,
I pick up my knife
And slice her name into your chest.
You scream in agony
With each cut I make.
I smile at every blood-curdling scream,
Remembering the pain you put me through
And finally feeling that you now understand.
You look down to see "SAMANTHA"
Carved into your skin.
Yes, that was your daughter -
The one you stole from me.

Now, watching the blood run
From each perfectly sliced letter,
I load my gun.
There's only one bullet
And it's meant for you.
It has my name carved into the side
So everyone can know
I was the last thing that went through your mind.
You attempt to free yourself, but to no avail.
And your pleas are in vain -
You are dead to me.

I pull the trigger
And smile as the shot echoes,
Bouncing across the room.
Your blood soaks the bed -
Once our bed of passion,
But no more.
You are dead
Forever more...

Copyright©JosieWentzel09March2008