The Scent Of His Colone(Next Victim) Poem by Asharee Alpha

Pondering of my next victim. Oh the sweet reassuring scent of his colone.
That sweet, sweet smell, linking into his satisfying smile.
His voice. That strong, dearing voice gives me tingles as I listen...Deeply listening.
Never touched by my victim, surely I'd die.
Die of feeling. Much more to handle in one moment.
Ha! I see my victim. His strut urges me on.
Little voices in my head nagging me.
They whisper, 'go...go...' I stay back.
Am I going insane...are these voices real?
He enters his dome. I lay there frozen on my back, my eyes wide in horror.
Sprawled in the dirt, I go for it...
As I approached the door, I quickly fixed myself.
Before I could knock, he was at the door awaiting. His smile. Oh, his tender smile was felt before my body. I felt it traveling down my stomach to a place where ecstacy had overtaken me.
Before I knew it, I was sweating and breathing in small breaths when he touched me!
I nearly passed out, but those hands.
Those firm, gentle hands lifted me inside & dropped me on the couch...
He kissed my bottom lip and soon we were graping each other as if love really existed!
I looked around and quickly shot up...Had we made love?
I surely hope not. Love...Love...there's no such thing.
But then why do I feel as if it overcasts me?
As I got up to go to the bathroom, I snuck to the kitchen.
Searching, I found out...Cold death layed in the palm of my hands.
I slowly went up each step & in the shower he was.
Did he notice I was gone?
I quickly hurried into the bathroom, the steam making me hot.
Thinking of how he touched me, kissed me, held my body, It was hard for me to do this...
I pulled open the curtain & went for it
Gash after gash! I cried as I stabbed his body. His wet, tender body.
Before I knew it, I layed on the wet floor pondering of my next victim...