A grunt. <br />A moan. <br />An exaggerated sound of released compressed air. <br />Your sweet lips parted, <br />And I heard your last breath. <br />Forever in my wildest daydreams I won't forget, <br />For I don't regret my actions, <br />But I do regret your blood on my shirt.<br /><br />Edward James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-of-rage/
