Lustful death
With intoxicating blue eyes,
suggestive, low voice,
he holds me tight,
whispering "Alana" sweetly into my ear.
A cold and tender touch,
with a passionate kiss,
I shiver in delight,
his long, wet tongue slowly travels down to my neck.
Hot, rapid breathing against my skin,
a quick piecing pain,
I moan, trembling,
as the pain turns into unique pleasure.
With a clouded head,
and no words to speak,
my body grows cold,
as warm, red liquid runs down my body and soaks my clothes.
I lay there, silent, still, unable to move,
looking into his once blue eyes,
now red, merciless and demonic,
a deadly smile placed upon his lips as he looks over his latest victim.