Your throat I take grasp.
Then your eyes roll back.
Love racing through my veins.
Your heart stops beating.
Black orgasms.
I kiss your lifeless skin.
There you were, my precious, with your broken soul.
Rubbing my crotch elated, taking control.
Why is it always you fuck up something you've always had?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be so cold?