She looked at him with begging eyes,
but never again would it be enough.
She kissed him with all she had,
but his emotions were dry.
Longing for his touch,
she told him of her love for him.
She dragged a finger up and down his bare chest,
smearing blood along his inanimate body.
Shaking, she removed his clothing,
and touched him with emotion never seen before.
Fondling him in such a way,
to make any man plead.
Closing her eyes,
she brought him to her mouth,
as if he was alive and well.
Not yet pleased,
she removed her own garments;
and she layed on top of the young man,
kissing him with passion.
Taking his weapon and placing it inside of her,
she moved herself up and down on her love's soft tool;
thrusting it inside of her,
creating a sensation known to no one else.
She felt her senses gather,
and flow throughout her body.
A wonderful feeling she had never known was taking over,
at the murder scene of her one true love.
Lust driven, she had killed him,
to fulfill her unspoken fantasies.
Pushing aside her last regrets,
she focused on the pleasure,
knowing her end would follow behind.
Forgetting everything she had done,
she felt her body climax...
Her first orgasm ever...
was with her dead lover.
renée cruz
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