How To End Love With Shock and Awe

So hot are the clear pale blue skies, I wipe my brow looking at my estranged love. Is the wind blowing or is it just her words that are being propelled at me ? There is lust in my eyes, staring at her with her full lips begging to be kissed, and remembering how the sweat mingled between our bodies when we made love. Her words have been bouncing off me it is just the lust daze. She thinks I'm taking a deep breath or two, but I'm taking in her words, it makes me strike a curious pose and I get an odd look. Listening to the latest scheme, I inject my standard objections, making her pause with the evil eye. Her voice leaps to me, like a cat and her smile seems to caress me with lovely romantic visions. Reality imposes its grip on me, making me wince for a moment, it is as if I've been sickened. Looking into her eyes I catch a glimpse of hell within and silently pray to my Savior. I'm about to give in, giving her my best smile of course, when my lips part issuing profanities, that I have not used in a long time. My words are shells fired from the cannon that I've become, it shocks her into nothingness, her footsteps fade away and I'm in awe at what I've finally done.