She is my gun.
Her tongue the bullet,
And the trigger a kiss.
I'm staring down the barrel,
Looking longingly into her piercing eyes.
She's so cold against my skin.
She wants me to use her,
Wants me to bite the sweet bullet.
She desires my kiss,
With all her being.
My will is weakening.
I want the silent purgatory,
To surround my whole being.
I lean forward into the final kiss.
I have waited for this for so long.
The gunshot falls on deaf cold ears.
She Licks her lips;
Blood leaving a warm taste.
Gunpowder seeps out from,
Her cold apathetic lips.
She was my gun!
Author notes
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http://pirate-queen.deviantart.com/art/Kiss-The-Gun-64822579
A contest entry
- PIF!! by Temptation..
525 points, ended June 26, 2008, 5 entries
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Comments
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Excellent job my friend. You really put an image in the mind with this poem.
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more inspired my the title of the pic it seems =] lol but still amazing write... completely different from what i was expecting... good job and thanks for entering =]
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http://pirate-queen.deviantart.com/art/Kiss-The-Gun-64822579
let me know if you dont like that one... and give me an idea of what you are looking for. =]
good luck!
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