One was filled with revenge and lust.
I released it in his bare chest,
with my legs wrapped around his waist
and my hair soaked in sweat tingling his face.

One I shot a lady with. On the right side of her head.
She cried. Her body was exposed but protected by the layers of foam,
floating around us.
Her back rested on my breast when I pulled the trigger.
I did it out of love.