Ecstasy, ecStacey

Once we have life, death is a luxury.............

          
           "What do you think" came the question.
            "Fine by me" came my answer.
            "NO!" screamed the elite, "they MUST repress their emotions and go to work!".
             "I did not ask for your opinion" says me.
  And then it comes in as I agree "You feel free to repress until your heart ceases to live, more room on Earth for those of us who choose to LIVE".
   With ease and graceful whisper, the silence that inspires fear. comes like a breeze and warm breath brushing the skin. The feeling of the satiated vampire drawing in, the ecstasy of the orgasmed woman inviting her lover back in for the pure luxury that exists in it.
   Do you see me as my eyes roll back in my head, my mouth yawns open as I draw in the deepest breath, as I arch my back and play with my wet, oozing sex? That is my response to the idea of your death, oh stubbornly repressed stupidly hateful human. I would have sex with your death, I would drink it in with a heart full of pure clear, divine love which you reject. Hear my whispered screams of ecstasy riding the warmth of my breath in your ear: "YES. YES. YES!"
Now begins the haunting. Now begins the plague. Now begins the death.