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Jan 2023
Another **** complete,
I stroll the dimly lit empty streets
On a calm and quiet night
Cold-blooded machine instinctively keeping to the shadows,
Though there's not another soul in sight
A city totally devoid of life
Business over for the day,
I'm craving another kind of thrill tonight
On my way to meet my contact that I see between contracts
Engaging in sensational activities between the sheets,
Utilizing the best close-quarters techniques,
The only successful cathartic release
I finally see her, not too far from me
My target acquired, I approach in silence
I watch the starlight reflecting in her eyes,
Until they finally meet mine,
She makes her way towards me,
Her hips sensually swaying left and right
Short skirt, tight top,
Body looking so delectable and soft
I've got my safety off
Pistol cocked, locked and loaded
Hard as a ******* rock,
Cold steel gone hot,
Ready to ****** rock n roll
Ominous clouds begin to congregate
Thunder shakes the sky,
Followed by a pouring rain
She quickly takes my hand,
Leading me to her room
Inviting me inside, music playing to set the mood
Turned on to full volume,
She dances to her favorite tune
She moves closer to me,
Shedding clothes as she goes
Flaunting what she's got,
My blood now running hot
Her lips go to work as she slowly disrobes me
Each kiss getting a little lower
Dropping to her knees, looking up from below
Warm hands take hold,
She pulls out my gun,
Eyes full of hunger
She runs her tongue across the barrel,
Before attempting to swallow the whole thing
Not even stopping to breathe,
Choking as she increases her speed
Almost ******* suffocating on me
My angel, my savior,
Time for me to return the favor
I pick her up and set her on the bed
Hands and mouth caress,
Beginning at her neck,
Working my way down her chest
She spreads her legs, then wraps them around me
I go to town, head between her thighs
Speaking in tongues,
Drenching her insides,
Getting wetter than the rain-soaked streets outside
Then she tells me to move in for the ****,
Begging me to fill her full of lead
I fulfill her wish, and begin to stick in my weapon
Her holster so warm and constrictingly tight
She says give it to her rough
I say hang on for the ride
Foregoing emotion and love,
For these moments of bliss
Stimulating our senses with intense displays of lust
Addicted to the rush,
Every touch, every ******
Her body quivers with each critical hit,
Reaching the height of her ******,
She cries out in satisfaction
Her energy depleted and needs gratified,
I empty my entire magazine inside her
Once again she looks at me with those mesmerizing eyes and smiles
But then I realize it's time to say goodnight
I have another deal with death before the night's over
And she'll have another corpse to prepare in the morning
Always on the run,
This is the only place we can come
The only way to prove we're still human
Written by
Eric Whitlow  31/M/Texas
(31/M/Texas)   
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