"Sexual Fall From Grace" by me
Sat, 04/07/2007 - 01:03
Feel the soft caress of death
It passes over your body
Feel her soft embrace, as the feeling draws near
Her sensuous touch was never so dear
Bodies press together the warmth emanates from the soul
The heart races, the mind loses control
Breathing quickens, harder, harder, harder
Cascade of biochemical reactions
Penetrating the night, your invading her now
Tongue lashings and screams echoing from the basement
Your hearts in it but your mind dies
The past in the future
Death in her life
La petite mort
Feel deaths warm embrace
The sexual fall from grace
