The Last Hit

Awakened by the squalling birds
Another day well on the move
Caught in a tangle of his sheets
So much to do, and skills to prove

There is responsibility
A contract killing then quick flight
His gun cleaned and immaculate
Fully loaded, shining bright

But it turns out she is prepared
Buck naked on the double bed
The gun's luster now fully lost
And he finds that his mind has fled

He slowly puts the piece away
When she puts him between her lips
Can't really make a getaway
Concentration roils, then it slips

Forget the blood, it's cum that spills
And pouring on one lovely breast
The hit now seems a futile joke
Concluding that she could be blessed.