I recall that one late night in December When I tasted those lips, Taking sips of your sugar coated flesh While we fondled in the dark. I knew the time was right. The cold gave us the excuse to get closer, to get warmer. You fed me air with your Hot breath, I felt holy death While my hands explored. I plucked strings you never knew existed, and made you sing a song in groans and grunts. My teeth grinding, suckling those Button peaks, turned pink; You felt my shaft sink Deep, within you. You were a socket Just waiting to be electrified. One cold Christmas night The time was right, and I sparked your galvanic storm. [murder... MURDER?? pfft.]