Drip.
Your body's icy cold, underneath my fingertips;
face, just a bloody pulp, eyes wide open,
shocked, traumatized, neck gaping,
cut open your jugular [an instant kill].
Hair matted, oh so very pretty,
posture heineous, disturbed;
legs sprawled open,
arms raised above head,
tied together tightly in a bow.
Lips so delicious even now,
let me open you, taste you,
capture you deeper.
Your endless night arouses me.
Your blood is on my hands,
dripping between my fingers.
Let me fuck you once again,
a last time of intimacy,
with a body that taunts me.
I dump your crumbled body,
in the river 5 miles away.
The icy water goes well,
with your icy stare.
I'll wash my hands clean,
say nothing to noone;
live life as before,
no blood is on hands,
I'm not guilty.
It's a shame I can't return,
to taste you oncemore.
You're my ultimate obsession,
that led to your death.
Don't you wish you said yes,
when I demanded sex?
Have a nice time in hell, baby,
I'll be joining you there soon.
Drip.
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I know what you mean about reading the books, I think I read to many of them..lol. Superbly done, good luck 
Very intense and beautifully scribed. 
DT
You could be a sociopath and no one would even now 
Cool! Very amazing though, and just wow really. 
