Sexual Murder

Sexual Murder

A Poem by Airila
"

well i combo of sex blood n dismembered body parts

"

Oh wow....I'm finally getting some
Gotta fix up the bed an everything
Ok stuffed heads....I mean stuffed animals on the left
Rotting hands...wait d****t...extra blankets on the right
"Can I offer you a drink....arsenic...mercury

?
Whoops! sorry I meant water or juice?"
Oh lets just skip to the good stuff
Oh I love way you kiss my neck
*moaning*
(yes things are heating up now)

Ooh yeah baby right deso
*licking lips* tell me you want me
"I want you"
Mmmm say my name
"Amanda"
*moans louder* say you love me
*no response*
Hmm? say you love me
*still no response*

SAY YOU F*****G LOVE ME D****T!!
*brandishing cleaver*
say it!
*chop* i said say you love me
*chop chop*
u b*****d...ur not leaving til u say you love me
*head rolls*
Oops.....
*panting* that's what happens when you don't do what i say....
now i have to dispose of you
damn your head's staring at me
*removes eyes* n they were so cute too
now what else to get rid of?
ah I don't think you're gonna be needing this anymore
*chops off dick*

Um....what else?
Arms....legs...gone
I'm keeping the head
Ah...your tongue never had much use
I did like how u felt inside me
(cant believe i'm saying this)
This'll make a good d***o
Well u were a good f**k *name deleted*
We could have had something
But ur not a very good listener
Bye
*Blow kiss*

© 2009 Airila


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I really really really liked this...I agree, loved the combination of sex and murder. Really loved it! Good job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Added on November 18, 2009

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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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