She chokes the life out of you
Her not so subtle fingers
Silencing your protests
Her oh so subtle features
Blurring to incomprehension
Your last breath exhales
A death rattle motion
Her not so subtle fingers
Lighting up a cigarette
Reflecting on her oh so subtle features
She’s ready to wake you
And start again
Despite what you might think after reading this poem, I am not into passing out during sex. The subject made for an interesting poem, though.
