A Night With Oden Mills

A rusty blue pick-up pulls up alongside the bar

Out comes a man with eyes cold as ice

He shares a drink with a blonde to see if he will get far

She obliges to come back home with him because he seems nice.

It started with a cocktail, a rub, and a sigh

She pulls him to the bed wanting him to be inside

Yet she didn't know that her night of turmoil was nigh

'I want to make love to you.' he said but he lied.

He kissed and caressed her and made her feel at home

She wrapped her legs around him drinking in his breath

'Fucking bitches,' he thought,'this is why I'm alone.'

His libido raged on as he thought of her upcoming death.

He slammed himself into her intensely on his dresser top

He pulled her hair and she climaxed, her legs a vice

Reaching in his drawer she did not see because he didn't stop

With a knife he opened her throat with a graceful slice.

He showered in her blood as he still penetrated her deep

He felt no remorse as the light died in her eyes

This is a toy that he would love to keep

Wear her skin as a disguise.

Drifting off to sleep with his doll watching over him

He dreamt of ballerinas gutted open inviting him with their warm exposed flesh

Waking up with an erection he did not know where to begin

'Hmmm,' he said while looking at his beloved, 'still warm and still so fresh'.

He cradled his beauty in his arms and placed her on the bed

The flap under her chin to his touch felt like silk

He inserted himself into the part under her head

He groaned and pawed at her skin that resembled milk.

In the end, he kept his hate for women burning bright

Sadly, the poor girl didn't know he was a curse

And her little dog Shadow didn't get his dinner that night

Just remember ladies, a night with Oden Mills is nothing but perverse.