The bitch is dead.

Spewing hatred from her empty eyes.

She fought back,

Skin under her broken nails,

She never suspected him.

Her beautiful lover boy.

His deathly kiss,

He pinned her to the wall,

Staple gun kisses,

Fastened her down,

Tight as a lover's arms.

She fell for his charms.

Smeared bloody lipstick stuck to his face,

Deathly bite holding its place.

He hated her now,

messed up his life.

Lipstick on his collar

Alerted his wife. 

He loved her scent,

Lingering, clinging, betraying him.

Passionate, rough, it marked too much.

Now together they stroked her hair,

And walked way that adulterous pair.