The sound of shells cascading to the earth is reminiscent of bitter rainfall.

Salty sweet upon these loving ears.

Nostrils flair at the seductive smells of gunpowder.

My heart flutters as I slowly slide supple rounds, oh so passionately into her sacred chamber.

This heart doth cease as my finger finagles its way to her trigger.

She moans as I apply judgmental pressure upon it, exploding with a load powerful enough to kill.

She is safety and protection wrapped coyly in a blouse of danger and addiction, stealing away my mind at every opportunity.

She is loyal till death as I to her.

We shall dance this wicked rumba rallying others to the dance floor until the end of our
time.

She is My Bonnie where I am her Clyde, no lie betwixt us only secrets do we share.