Can you feel mine hands around
thy neck ...

Squeezing ever so gently
until the pressure builds and thou
doth gasp for breath ...

I want to kiss thy flesh so tenderly,
feeling thy heart beat frantically
with each brush of mine lips until
I can no longer hold back.

To taste thee upon mine lips!

Now, there is a grand thought that
sends the mind reeling with pleasures
that can sate such a beast. Yet, I
know that deep within there sits a hate.

Not in thee, but within mine own dark soul.

I want to squeeze until thy life seeps
out ... to taste that last drop as that
final beat of thy heart slips into the
nothingness of night.