Your Sexy Corpse

Your Sexy Corpse
(Free Verse Style)

I killed my love today,
Took a knife, long, bright and sharp,
And plunged it deep into his heart.
He jerked and squirmed in agony’s embrace.

With all my strength
I pushed the knife deeper
And deeper,
Twisting the blade,
Tearing his heart apart.

His blood ran thick and dark.
Scarlet was his once clean, white shirt.
He grasped and groped to remove the knife,
But blinded and crippled by his pain
His arms would not move.

My tears ran down, mixed with his blood.
Through my body a shuddering thrill,
Excited, ecstatic,
Sexual Hunger
In that place of pleasure between my legs.

I kissed my love,
Caressed his head,
His downy hair,
Soft flesh of cheeks,
And took my place astride him,
An orgasmic, rhythmic dance
Of death and love,
Pulsing as he screamed,
And gagged,
And gasped,
For air and life,
Convulsing, writhing,
Taking me to ecstasy and beyond,
Until my orgasm,
Almost too powerful and overwhelming to bear,
Was greater than any I have ever known.

And still I rode him
As his convulsions weakened,
As his gasping softened,
As his face grew limp,
And his eyes looked out without sight or
Spirit behind them.

Riding more slowly now,
The peak reached and past,
Now, satisfied, fulfilled,
Moving down on the other side of
The slope of pleasure,
Feeling the contented glow from my groin.
Sliding,
Sliding.

I bit my love.
I sank my teeth
Deep into facial flesh,
Ripping it,
Daring his deadness to respond.
Tearing on soft cheek tissue,
Chewing, eating of him
As I softly rose and fell
On his bloated, still hard
Thickness inside me.

I rode him for a long time.
When he went cold
And began to stiffen
I pulled myself away
And left him to the flies,
Gathering about him even now,
And the white worms
Crawling out from their hidden home
Deep in the Earth
To feed on the dead.

I departed and rested
For a while.
Soon I will be ready for my next
Meal.