Demon Lover at the Movies

she was young
and had struggled all her life
like a cursed devil doll
with the darkest impulses
pain was sex.
sex was pleasure
and death she thought
oh wow thats an orgasm

while her little girl friends
all
may berry kittens and sunshine
screamed in terror
at the horror films
like minced mice in cleavers


she thrilled to the part
where little innocent
katty bratty blondy
got it hard and bloody
with an ice pick in the belly
and then stumbled
around
waring her surprise face
blink-less
trailing blood
finally getting to the ice box
pulling out her last
ice cream on a stick
and while eating it
fell head first into the cooler
dead

she thrilled witnessing
the girl poked through
like butter
by a guy with eyes
like spider bites
in a jet black
motor cycle jacket
and electric bolt  tattoos on his face
all blond
duck assed
jelled like filigree in
wild root cream hair tonic
named Fatoowa Fagoola

she imagined his dick
pink longish arterial
a real throat gager
she, helpless, sacrificial
and oh so willing
being murdered by a boy
who loved her that way

his cock a
a piercing blade
the very death of her
her little hot pink pussy panties
a gooey cauldron
of drooling tears

she thought
how can any body want this
Oh but i do
OMG yes please <3