It is she who will die tonight
The slinky cotton knit dress cannot hide the women in her
The soft garment follows her every contour
As she stands in the doorway the lights from the street silhouette
her trained curves
She is all Woman, A Woman in all her blossomed fullness
The upturn of her brea sts are clearly defined
Are you Left? she asks. They have sent me to kill you
You shouldnt have messed up their never ending cruise she says
with ice in her voice.
I expected this, the stars had warned me of this eventuality.
They had warned me that I would die by the hand of a DKNY clad
beauty
I tell her so; I tell her she can kill me at will
I say I will not resist but persuade her to let me experience
ultimate pleasure once more before my death.
She agrees without hesitation and a light toss of her luscious
hair
She grabs me and I feel the strength of the trained killer in her
arms
I take pleasure in my profession she purrs with a tinge of
evil
The intensity of our coupling overwhelms her
I feel the hesitation in her, the slowing of her heart
The relaxation of her taut body gives me hope
In her arousal I find myself forcibly thrown around with
abandonment
I find myself looking at the cotton knit dress she had thrown on
the covers
The exposed label screams at me
It reads some obscure brand I know not of
It is she who will die tonight
