Darkened necropolis, midnight sharp,
nobody else will see.
a six foot dig, open the casket, there she
waits for me.
her lifeless body, cracks and splinters,
as i start to raise her.
in eagerness i carry on,
in lust for my stargazer.
deterioration, rotting flesh,
violation of a fossilised wench.
a degrading thought to seduce a corpse,
dry reaching from a horrid stench.
parting the thighs, a sickening crack,
festering hole open wide.
enter my partner, close my eyes,
so cold and dry when inside.
ignore the sounds that fill my head, the
crunching of flesh as i thrust.
sweat profuses my body bare,
driven by bizarre lusts
run my tongue across her mouth,
formaldehyde i taste
dislodge my member from her hole
and head below the waist.
as i feast between her thighs, her throat
emits a deafening cry
a filthy claw grabs my head's back,
and rams it up her rotting crack.
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