She wakes in bondage,
Naked, knife against her throat.
You'll put out now, bitch.

She gives me that look
That says she wants my cock now --
And to die slowly.

One more headboard notch,
Souvenir of my conquest.
Like vulva necklace.

Our forest picnic:
She blows me on our blanket,
Then digs her own grave.

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