Cold Flesh.

                              
Holding your fragile frame,
a fire in the night,
The lamps of passion flame,
expire from my sight,
Your flesh as white as snow,
colder too the touch,
Feeling desire grow,
wanting you so much,
I dance inside your rot,
Squirting my hot jam,
Alive is what your not,
Fucking, yes I am,
I love your cold embrace,
Feeling almost hot,
Laying in death and waste,
I give you my last shot,
The bullets in the gun,
Just before I die,
Going while I cum,
Completely satisfied...