Love murder

Whenever me and my women fuck
for the last time
it is really a brutal one
(as in "brutalizing")
like gore or a horror

With Shannon
she had come up
and we sat shooting the breeze, laughing
and smoking a joint

We train wrecked for
three or so years and the
fucking thing still hadn't
pulled into the station.
When we fucked I was
massive looming over her,
her light moans becoming
deeper and her breathing,
staring had a resonance
I am big and did full
strokes, time warped by the
weed.

Yasmine wanted a wreck
from the get go.
The train hadn't even boarded
yet and she wanted it blow
sky high
I can't even remember the
sex from our first time,
just her saying, "slap me,
slap me, slap me.
Slap my face."

Sofia could always handle all of
me in bed.
I think her body was particularly
responsive to me, because
I am big.
Some people are born to
love sex and she's one of
them.
In our last fuck
she grabbed my hand and
moved it up to her throat.
"Squeeze," she said as her
eyes tried to be mine.
With the other hand she pushed
my fingers down her throat
and sucked long pulls
closing her eyes.

I never had a fetish for
this kind of thing.
I just became a little
less nervous about it when
I heard those long moans.
It was like murder they
all wanted.