Electric palm trees line the streets

and hookers stalk outside their glow

where winos beg for special treats

and junkies suck up candy snow.

Hard-soled shoes click on the concrete,

steps along the stagnant sidewalk.

I hear high heels, a woman's feet.

My strike is swift like a diving hawk

so quietly closing in.

A slash, a smash, a falling groan.

Soft silk stockings on perfumed skin.

I suck, and lick, and softly moan.

Blood bubbles up from an ivory throat.

A timepiece encircles one cold white wrist.

I gently stroke her soft fur coat.

Giving her neck a final twist

(Almost daylight, I should be gone!)

I take a souvenir of precious life

and leave to race the coming dawn.

I shower and wake my lovely wife.

I see teardrops sparkle in her eyes

as I put it on her slender arm.

"Oh, what a pretty watch!" she cries

as I hold her safe from harm.