Kill me softly, kill me slow.

Let the water from your hair fall
Down your back and unto your glistening thighs
Let your buttocks shake as earthquakes
Be my Venus
That I may be smitten by your beauty
Kill me softly, kill me slow.

Let the moist between your legs
Be lava from an erupting volcano
Let it burn my pupils brown
Be my Aphrodite
That I may drown in your churning sea
Kill me softly, kill me slow.

Let the timbre in your tongue
Remind me of my first taste of adolescence
Let it be the music to which testosterone dances under my skin
Be my Pomona
That I may pluck of your fruit tree
Kill me softly, kill me slow.

– Smyekh David-West.