Loving You to Death 

	Erotic sensations tingle my spine 
	A dead body lying next to mine 
	Smooth blue and black lips 
	I start salivating as we kiss 
	Mine forever this sweet death 
	I cannot forget your soft breaths 
	Panting exitedly with my hands around your neck 
	Shades are drawn 
	No one out can see 
	What I've done 
	Whats become of me 
	Here I stand

Above all thats been true 
	How I love 
	How I love to kill you

Joan Frost's Questions:

I am a ametuer of poetry.
I would love any suggestions anyone would have of my work.
Does it make sense?
Is it ordered properly?