I have indulged in nights of passion, like no other. It has indeed, been a truly wondrous and glorious ride.
But now that our time together will soon be spent, I am afraid that my passions will be left to memory, in the same manner as you and I....
Approaching is my passions end. I feel its nearness in the air. The same way my bones can sense and my nose can smell when the rain is upon us.
I do not wish to suffer as I await for my passions to live no more. So I ask of you on this night, to be the one that will free me from the pain that my body endures, as it sits idle while my passions come to past.
I ask of you to set my passions free and allow me for the last time, to feel.....; but also, to die in your arms tonight.
I know from experience that you are a man, so valiant, charging to the aid of maidens in need... A swordsman like no other, who's reputation preceeds him throughout many lands...
I beg of you on this night, to use your weapon on me and let me die in your arms, the way my mind has imagined, the way my dreams have revealed it to me...
If your words of care for me are to be believed.
Then honor my last request and prove those words of yours to be of truth tonight...
Hold me closely, as your sword slowly gains access into my being...
Hold me tightly, so that I may not pull away as I am penetrated deep within...
Please permit for full insertion to its base..
I want to feel every inch of your blade...
Do not close your eyes as I am being pierced by you...
Do not look away, I want you to look into my eyes and
watch my soul stir with joy, as it will soon be free tonight...
Once your steel can not submerge itself any further in me....
I want you to twist it gently, grind it slowly, holding me so closely, until we are believed to be as one.
I know that you enjoy the thrill of the kill, you enjoy how a woman's body starts to quake as she begins to die. I want you to feel my body as it begins to lightly convulse...
This I allowed you to do to me..
My end will soon arrive...
Finish me, by giving me, thrusts, upon thrusts, upon thrusts, until the geizer that holds my body internal fluids, gushes upon my outward flesh...
I will then smile, kiss you one last time. My body going limp while I lay my head upon your chest, as I take a deep sigh, With a shallow breath saying thank you.
I have laid myself to rest with a final close of my eyes...
For you, my gallant one, my love, my executioner, have allowed me to,
