Love SICK

You run up stairs quickly to read the poem to her. She looks tired.

"Hey baby, listen to what I wrote for you!" you say with the paper in your hand.
"Hm? Can it wait? I'm really tired."
"Yeah, but it's our anniversary and I put a lot of thought into this and everything." you say with a hurt look.
"Oh alright."
"Great! I really hope you like it!" you say excitedly and begin.

"Oh my beloved, how I adore your long blond hair and beautiful face as much as I adore the pleading of my patients when they beg for their pathetic lives.
Oh my beloved, how I love your luscious red lips, which reminds me of the blood that drains from a hitchhiker's artery after I slash their throat open.
Oh my beloved, how I'm obsessed with your perfect body and the smooth feel of it, not unlike that of newly polished child's skull. But also its softness like that of intestines when I pull them out of a cheerleader's corpse.
You are everything to me; I only go on living because of you. If you were ever to depart from this world, I would soon follow, in a bloody shoot out with the police after I sniped as many people as I could from a bell tower.
I love you my dear sister, my lover, my life."

Then you gently caress her face.

OH SHIT YOU ARE ONE SMOOTH MOTHERFUCKER!

You made your sister so fucking wet that she practically had Niagara Falls occur in her fucking panties. Her previous fatigue is suddenly gone when she jumps on you and fucks you right then and there on the floor.

"Ahhh, flesh of my flesh, you're still as tight as the day I broke your virginity." You say as your dick slides into her.

Two hours later, sis is sleeping with her head resting comfortably on your chest, as you both lie there naked in the living room. With the smell of sex, blood and death still lingering in the air you smile.

"Ah life is good."
End Of Story