Poem -

My Secret Ingredient

Every year
I have a 
All hallows eve
Dinner

With friends
And family

They always 
Compliment
My soup 

"What's your 
Secret?"
They ask

"Oh if I tell you
I'll have to kill
You.." I reply

I hunted 
Before dawn
The fresher
The better

There she was
Peaceful 
And so
Beautiful

Lying in her
Comfy bed

Little black
Silk night dress

I inhale her scent
Luscious lustfull
Smell of femininity

Oh shes a 
natural beauty

No make up

Black hair
Falling down 
Framing her
Face perfectly

Blood red lips
That I kiss
So gently
As I slide 
My knife
Up her thigh

Silk creeping up
So smoothly

She awakes
Eyes wide
With panic

"Ssshhh baby..
Don't be afraid"
I say
"I've been watching
You
I picked you especially
You're my special secret"

"Oooh you look and smell
So tasty"
My mouth waters

My knife climbs up
Her body

Her 

perfect

Sexy 

body

My mouth follows
Planting tender kisses
All the way up

She trembles
Beneath me

My knife stops
At her neck..

But my mouth 
continues

I bite and run my 
tongue
Up her neck

To her mouth

I kiss her hard
As I press the knife
Into her neck
And run it across

Slicing it open

She gargles blood
I can taste it 
In our kiss
"Mmmmm"

I carry her body
So carefully home

And hang her upside
Down
In my basement

Bucket underneath
Catching
All that sweet blood

Once she's 
fully drained
I put the bucket
In the fridge
To keep fresh

I lay her down 
Naked
She's so 
precious

I begin to chop 
dice and slice
Her..

In the pot she goes
With some vegetables

Mmmm smells good

Leaving her to simmer

I get dressed as a witch
Put on her black hair
As a wig
That i previously
Sliced from her scalp

Guests arrive..
I dish out my soup

Mmmm yummy
Its the best one yet
They tell me

A new guest asks
Whats your secret?
Again my reply
If you knew 
I'd have to kill you

(Giggles)

onto main course
Chicken thigh and breast
(Or so they think)
I left the nipple on mine
(For that extra texture)

I notice the new girl missing
I find her at my basement door

Are you lost?

I..I..I was looking for the
 bathroom..

I pull out my knife

She wets herself..

"Oh no too late for the
bathroom
Couldnt hold it?"

"Whats all this?" She asks
Pointing to the 
blood stained floor
My meat cleavers 
and chainsaws 
hanging up

"Thats for my soup"

Her eyes wide with fear
As I close the distance 
Between us...

"Sssshhh baby
Don't be afraid..
Did you like my soup?"

"Yyyes yes i did..."

"Mmmmmm good"

My Knife climbs slowly 
up her body......

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William Wallace

Well written well done and soup seems to be well cooked. Tasty

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