Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
You might even call me a monster,
after what I have done.
She was so innocent,
so sophisticated,
so beautiful.
I met her on the bus.
She rode the 435 from downtown.
Every night,
for a couple of months,
I watched her.
She always sat alone,
never talking to anyone.
Odd, for a woman possessing
so much beauty,
She was radiant,
like an angel,
yet so alone.
A “hi” one day,
blossomed into courtship.
We were two lone souls,
that somehow met,
in the emptiness that is life.
We went out a couple times
before that night,
I knew from the beginning,
she was destined,
forever to be alone.
Father, I felt her pain and misery.
We quickly became close.
I invited her over for dinner that night,
both of us knowing
our true intentions.
I prepared chicken over
Angel hair pasta,
to go with a bottle
of chilled red wine.
She was stunning.
Her turquoise dress shimmered,
like the waves,
on a tropical sea.
Her hair was pulled back,
exposing her heavenly face.
And her eyes,
crystal blue,
yet naive.
After dinner I lit candles as
Beethoven’s Ode to Joy
filled the room.
We moved to the floor,
by the crackling fire .
Everything was perfect,
just as I planned.
We kissed’
her lips were soft,
but hungry,
our tongues wrestled
playfully in our mouths.
She let her hair down,
the blonde strands cascaded
to the floor.
We looked into each others eyes,
there was no turning back.
I laid back and pulled her onto me.
She made love, long and slow,
with the expertise of
a thousand nights.
We climbed to the edge of ecstasy,
and hovered. eyes locked.
Together we leapt,
into ecstasy,
and allowed it to,
swallow our soul.
We huddled for an eternity
in the afterglow of our passion,
enjoying the moment in blissful
silence.
I sat behind her and
gently braided her long,
beautiful hair.
She turned.
her eyes probed into mine.
and we kissed,
again and again,
each becoming more intense
than the first.
I laid her down,
onto her back
and mounted her.
I entered her strongly,
with animalistic lust,
and fucked her fast and hard.
She screamed with pleasure,
every cry of passion in time with
every crescendo in the music.
I fondled her braided hair
and lovingly wrapped it
around her neck, though the loop,
and back around again.
The rhythm of our bodies gained
tempo as our passion built.
She arched her back and moaned.
I saw her eyes disappear
behind to the tops of her eyelids,
as she let out a shriek of pleasure
from deep inside her throat.
That is when I pulled.
Her hair tightened
around her neck.
I saw fear in her eyes as
her mind accepted the horror
of the moment.
It saddened me,
but I continued to
pull.
She clawed frantically for air,
but to no avail.
I pulled
harder,
tightening the noose of hair.
As her body fought for life,
I held
strong.
The spasms weakened,
and then her body lay
still.
I leaned over and kissed her gently,
savoring the love,
left in her last breath.
November, 1998
