You approach me,

wearing nothing but a tank top,

a grayish piece of cover-naught,

the kind of slutty outfit you know

will turn me on

//

You approach me,

carrying the sharpened knives,

they glisten in the candle light,

making my heart pound faster,

my chains could not be tighter

//

You approach me,

with the seductive smile of an

assassin, unaware of my awareness,

& my reluctance to the dying

process

//

You approach me,

in heels of steel,

excessive streaks of black

circling your tear filled

eyes

//

You approach me,

and I beg for your understanding,

for your mercy, knowing all to well,

I had this coming, this was all

On me

//

You approach me,

wearing nothing but a tank top,

Pouring the candle wax indifferently

Carving your name into my loins

& with a lustless moan I surrender