"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.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
"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.