- Erotic Poetry
- Death of a Saleswoman
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The scene was clear in everyone's mind
a sex murder happened
and you're the one who stabbed her in
the heart
you tart.
You didn't run away
too exhilerating to watch them
carry her out. You shuddered all the way to the station house...the patrol car reeked of your sex. And Heather...the rookie cop who drove you...fired...caught masturbating with her baton...oh you are a wicked one.
The lovely deceased...
Just as her orgasm began
you buried the steel and
you couldn't stop cumming
as you watched her body
convulse in ecstasy
as her life drained from her.
They charged you with
murder...oh, and theft.
You didn't pay for the
dress you were trying on
right before you fingered
her to death
and the poor thing...
screwed out of her
commission.
author, little miss blair
© copyright 2001
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