Poem: what she said - what she did

She said,

‘Let’s drink like its suicide,
Let us get intense.
Blow away this afternoon
With mad dances, screams and strip
Down to our true selves.
I will make you come
With a shot of rhythm and reds
Watch the blood rush, feel the blood lust
Pounding waves of desire
We will sing of art and shout about pop
Slam dance, stage dive, twist and crawl
My kisses will be lethal
My tears will be laughed at
Come on
Come on
My pretty baby.’

She said,

All this
And before I could answer

She took the gun
Smiled
And pulled the trigger.