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I held the sickness in my mouth, as I looked at the ruin
Evading spewing, her face decaying,
eyes like pits, nose like rubber, jade
Keen, but mean, I pulled her up
From the ground.
I spoke lots, she said
Not a lot. Slot, machine
Luck of the draw, I claw her skin
As I made my move, romantic.
Little sound. Splendid
We sit, again, I do the talking
Thinking. Her – still. Like a rock
Tick tock, nearly morn
Unborn, slightly worn
But mint condition.
Spiffing.
I lay her down, a frown
Night gown, me – a clown
To her home, I tuck her in
Her duvet, from soil, grass coil
I don’t want her to spoil.
Farewell my love, I shall see you tonight
Moonlight, I have to fly
Love and kisses, don’t go a miss
I grab my spade, she looks lax
The wonderful life.
A necrophiliac.
Evading spewing, her face decaying,
eyes like pits, nose like rubber, jade
Keen, but mean, I pulled her up
From the ground.
I spoke lots, she said
Not a lot. Slot, machine
Luck of the draw, I claw her skin
As I made my move, romantic.
Little sound. Splendid
We sit, again, I do the talking
Thinking. Her – still. Like a rock
Tick tock, nearly morn
Unborn, slightly worn
But mint condition.
Spiffing.
I lay her down, a frown
Night gown, me – a clown
To her home, I tuck her in
Her duvet, from soil, grass coil
I don’t want her to spoil.
Farewell my love, I shall see you tonight
Moonlight, I have to fly
Love and kisses, don’t go a miss
I grab my spade, she looks lax
The wonderful life.
A necrophiliac.
hahahahha, you're a crack up jimbo
This poem is great for the festive period.
Black Glove wrote:
> Apparently she liked to climb into coffins (naked) and pleasure herself > against a stiff corpse. Strange girl.
We all do it, don't we?
> Apparently she liked to climb into coffins (naked) and pleasure herself > against a stiff corpse. Strange girl.
We all do it, don't we?
Heh.
Good stuff jim.
Good stuff jim.
You fiendish gravedigger!
I used to have a book by an American woman (can't remember her name) in which she described her many necrophilic encounters. Apparently she liked to climb into coffins (naked) and pleasure herself against a stiff corpse. Strange girl.
I used to have a book by an American woman (can't remember her name) in which she described her many necrophilic encounters. Apparently she liked to climb into coffins (naked) and pleasure herself against a stiff corpse. Strange girl.
May I recommend the audio tape or video from the BBC?
Very classy.
Very classy.
A more stylish evocation of the necrophiliac's life I have never read.
I held the sickness in my mouth, as I looked at the ruin
Evading spewing, her face decaying,
eyes like pits, nose like rubber, jade
Keen, but mean, I pulled her up
From the ground.
I spoke lots, she said
Not a lot. Slot, machine
Luck of the draw, I claw her skin
As I made my move, romantic.
Little sound. Splendid
We sit, again, I do the talking
Thinking. Her – still. Like a rock
Tick tock, nearly morn
Unborn, slightly worn
But mint condition.
Spiffing.
I lay her down, a frown
Night gown, me – a clown
To her home, I tuck her in
Her duvet, from soil, grass coil
I don’t want her to spoil.
Farewell my love, I shall see you tonight
Moonlight, I have to fly
Love and kisses, don’t go a miss
I grab my spade, she looks lax
The wonderful life.
A necrophiliac.
Evading spewing, her face decaying,
eyes like pits, nose like rubber, jade
Keen, but mean, I pulled her up
From the ground.
I spoke lots, she said
Not a lot. Slot, machine
Luck of the draw, I claw her skin
As I made my move, romantic.
Little sound. Splendid
We sit, again, I do the talking
Thinking. Her – still. Like a rock
Tick tock, nearly morn
Unborn, slightly worn
But mint condition.
Spiffing.
I lay her down, a frown
Night gown, me – a clown
To her home, I tuck her in
Her duvet, from soil, grass coil
I don’t want her to spoil.
Farewell my love, I shall see you tonight
Moonlight, I have to fly
Love and kisses, don’t go a miss
I grab my spade, she looks lax
The wonderful life.
A necrophiliac.