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Boy meets gun
Smitten by tales of the thrill
Enamored with gripping her sexy appeal
Easily aroused
whenever warm flesh brushes cold steel
Daily they flirt
Parent’s room unlocked
Lifting for sneak peeks underneath bed skirts
Safety first
Then he gently caresses
Wrapped up
Physically untouched
His virgin fingers long eager to unclothe
Practice in the mirror
Simple
Slide it in between
Her virgin trigger slightly tickled
His childish laugh
His naïve adolescence finally has
Then suddenly she erupts
Shocked, rattled with how fast a bullet comes
Red runs...
A shell means she's done
All this as they hugged
Uhh,
On the floor, my love he cries...
She lies and smokes beside unresponsive to his trauma
For each remaining second he has lingering to gasp
She haunts him
Her tendency to hurt and leave behind dead men
No one told him
Blood spilled,
Not at all the pleasure he expected to feel
Often one tender stroke is just enough to kill
-Christopher L. Davis
