His eyes are on me. They are full of desire, as I lie sprawled on the table in my naked beauty.
He is nervous, with my lone eye I can clearly see him shake. A few minutes pass and he grows more confident as he watches me. He reaches out and I shiver as I feel the tips of his fingers trail over my body.
I would smile if I could but I can only watch. I feel his fingers wrap around me. I am guided to his mouth, I wait with anticipation as he feels me slip inside his mouth.
Without another word he gives me a squeeze. My cry is deafening but he doesn't hear me. Instead he is silent, his essence dripping from the wall, he slumps in his chair.
I feel his hold loosen, soon falling to the floor. Where I lay satisfied it is over and I am just a silent gun once more...