I just wanted answers.
I wanted to know why you would cause a soft being like myself
So much internal pain and heartbreak.
When you arrived,
You just couldn’t give me the answers I wanted.
“It was a mistake.”
“You are a beautiful and amazing woman.”
“You deserve better.”
“I told you I didn’t want anything serious.”
Only the same, lame, excuses men always give
When they fuck up and don’t want to be accountable.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I wanted to hurt you the same way you hurt me.
After a struggle and a few punctures,
You were on the ground, slowly bleeding out.
Your beautiful blue eyes were now bloodshot and filled with fear.
I couldn’t help, but to caress your face.
You flinched at my touch,
Which turned me on.
A sinister smile creeps onto my face as I grip your face,
Making eye contact.
I turn your head to reveal a small slit on your neck made during the fight for dominance.
I admire the cut as I continue to get aroused by your weakness and you continue to be fearful of my next moves.
Without thinking, I lean forward and I can feel your body clench beneath mine.
I tap my tongue on the cut before putting it fully on.
My tongue swirls around the spot before I begin sucking.
I notice your heart is beginning to beat faster and you are no longer clenching.
I never had this craving before and I can’t help, but to continue sucking
As this is the ultimate pleasure.
Once I am fulfilled, I removed myself from the slit and observed him.
He laid there, looking as lifeless, pathetic and useless as ever.
He was dead
And I finally got the closure I was yearning for.
The Paramour 