Deathly Pleasurable (Chemical Rose's competition: Errotic murder)

To you, I do as I wish
My word your command.
Irony being you, as many others, fell for my cool façade.

I'm not well monied as I stated
Nor am I professionally creative.
Though you believed me, as I knew you would. Because your a whore, and I thought that good.

You struggled at first
Pretending you didn't want it.
For I know what girls like you want, and I'll give it.

You won't tell your mother
You won't tell your father
You'll tell no one
There'll be no 'after'.

I'll continue to use your body
Until I am 'spent'.
I know I killed you hours ago,
But I'm not done yet...