Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Femme Fatale

A torrid affair we two had

In secret in a hotel room.

We were a couple oh so bad,

As all of each we would consume.

The fact that she was married made

It much more exciting for me,

As we made love behind pulled shade.

Of course the harder it would be

For me to do as I'd been hired

By her husband to kill her dead.

Surely not the end she desired.

So she made her own end instead.

I knew our affair was done

When she shot me with my own gun.