I knelt down before this dark figure
Feeling the chill of the hard black steel
He held his finger on the trigger
Waiting so patiently to take the kill

His beautiful voice sang in the night
Hypnotically-capturing the breath that held my voice
This love I felt for him didn't feel right
But with the options he left, I had no choice.

No choice but to fall into his persuasion
And let his body wrap around the curves of mine
Beautiful killer, he is, on this sacred occasion
Bombarding my heart, crossing the line.

Beautiful killer, taking me slowly
Feelings showing
Feelings growing
Pouring
Erupting
Burning
Yearning
Earning
Learning
Urging.

Oh beautiful killer he is, killing me slowly.

And yet I knelt down before this dark figure
Feeling the chill of the hard black steel
Pleading for him to pull the trigger
Beautiful killer--please take the kill...