Killer Passion

Plunging into a sea of emotions
My mind knows no rest
Holding on to your hand
Like the debris of sea weeds I imagine

I kiss your lips
And they taste like berries
And poisoned berries they are
Taking me to an early grave

Still I cling to your warm embrace
And long for your soft flesh
Pressing hard against mine
In the darkest of my fantasies

Heal me
Destroy me
I do not care
For I find a solace in the nozzle of the double-barrel you point at me