Take my hand it won’t be long now.
His pain will soon be gone.
He closes his eyes leaning close
There is nothing but whispers cast below.
What were the words he used to say?
“Don’t let them hear you scream my name.”
He loved to make her scream out loud.
Why did she remember that right now?
She reached beneath the still warm blanket,
Touching his slowly rising chest.
She saw his lips turn slightly upwards,
As her hand slid slowly downwards.
Even to this, his dying last breath,
She still desired what her hand now grasped.
Slowly a tear strolled down her cheek,
Red hot heat spread wet between.
They were alone for his final last breath,
So she climbed upon his hardening shaft.
Slid him in, feeling him deep,
His face now shown with beautiful bliss.
Gone was the pain, he suffered within,
Replaced by the bliss he felt when deep in.
Riding him slowly then, faster and faster,
She would give him joy for ever after.
She rode and rode with much abandon,
Until she shattered and shattered,
Screaming his name, who heard, didn’t matter,
For he heaved his last breath with joyful laughter.
©2013 Kate Spyder