The unpure

As the cool breeze blows across the room
It lights the candle that hangs
I take Its hair down and run my fingers through it
That sweet smell of her fills the air
She tilts her head as I kiss her neck
She reaches back and takes hold of me as her dress falls to the floor
She knows what's coming
As I run my fingers over her unpure body
Her soft skin at the end of my fingertips
The passion of pleasure begins
As I slide my hard rod into her sweet wet spot
She enjoys the pleasure
The same as I
But the true pleasure she seeks is about to come
As she tilts her head back
I look into her eyes
I run my hands one last time down her side's
She smiles at me as I slide the knife deep inside
I hold her head up looking deep into her eyes as she keeps that lovely smile
I pull the knife upwards
As her eyes go blank her smile it never fades
I place my lips upon hers and take in her last leaving breath