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THE CRUCIFIXION
Your angelic corpse pinned Crucified on my bedroom wall My darling ex I still remember as I stood in awe Watched you bleed From your hands From your feet So beautiful in death Astonished I watch as you cried As you begged for help For life You told me you’d do anything You even let me fuck you As there you were dying I couldn’t believe you still climaxed But then you always were a horny bitch I will miss you As your precious moments of life Seeped graciously into the ether I watched as your conscious waned The longing look in your eyes grow evermore distant As slowly but surely You expired Such intense power engulfed my soul Even now two weeks after your sad departure I still bathe in the high of your death The intoxicating smell of your rotting flesh Arousing my darkest desires Only minutes after pleasuring myself In the confines of your precious Yet deceased vessel It’s amazing just how tight a girl becomes When the body dehydrates like that Still maybe it’s time I met someone knew That I finally let you go and found that new special someone To love To hold To please After all I still have the wall space What’s that you say? Necrophilia? That is such an ugly word I simply prefer recycling
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