Shots fired

The loud cracking sounds of the hammer igniting the gunpowder draws me closer.
The ominous smell of fire and 'burn' from the barrel of your gun, is like perfume to me.
You shoot, and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

The sound of the barrel revolving is like you whispering my name at night.
The nickel plating, the rubber grip, the perfect shoes and dress.
You shoot and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

The extended clips are equivalent to extra love from you.
The slug in the chamber just tells me you've been waiting for me.
You shoot and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

The hollow points, the .223s and the .50 cal shells just tell me you're a complex variety of things I love.
The snub nose screams discretion, the pearl handle tells me you're eloquent.
You shoot and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

Your accuracy at the range tells me....
Shit! I just got shot.
Like an assassin to my heart, your scope has been accurate, and I am now dying.

One shot, one kill.

You shot, I ran closer to you.

I wasn't bulletproof.

I love you. Now please, don't leave me here to die......

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