"My name is Death."

He said with some finality.

"and you shall feel my cold hands groping your throat,"

and I did.

"and you shall feel my cold hands brushing your breast,"

and I did.

"and you shall feel my cold hands trace your thighs,"

Oh, I did feel it.

"and you shall feel my cold hands rip the life from you
so that we may dance this once."

and what a marvelous dance it was; my brush with him.

I wish to feel it again,
that love.