Beneath your cool airy sheets
I hear your heart racing
Trying to catch my breathe
Glowing skin and damp hair
You hold the forty-five to my temple
"du wirst es bereuen" I whisper in a
easeful tone
smirk upon my corpulent lips and
cadaverous skin..
Convincing enough to make you
oscillate
A single tear rolls down your dewy
cheek
Your loving gaze becomes a blank
soulless stare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem