Sweet auburn locks trace the surface,

And you raise your mighty hands to cradle her

So very much like a lily in thy palm

And with her thin white body, (like petals)

And the freckles across her cheeks (like pollen)

Her lips so lusciously pink as she floats over you

You simply can’t resist

(Tempting isn’t she?)

So you indulge yourself

That open palm turns to a fist and the tension breaks

You pull her under

UNDER

She’s struggling and flailing

But you drag her down, down

Until she stops and believes that it’s useless

Realizing she will become nothing

NOTHING

It was so easy wasn’t it?

And now she’s yours

You draw your beauty even closer

Into a frigid, crushing embrace

And whisper oh-so-softly

“Breathe no more”