"diary of a necrophiliac" is good! I am delighted by its "thirty...flirty...dirty"! Rhymes are the heart and soul of poetry. "necrophilia" is an even better poem. It's an apologia, delivered by a defiant lover of the dead.
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one more!
dead body romance
bugeye iodine bathing hydroxide tie
cold floor a tidal wave of freezing covers
no sleep for the mattress that we light on fire from my body heat and your cold stance
rotunda over my molesting hands as it grips your feet and penis
my seamen absorbs into your cold skin like bleach into your pores
chemical dye and embalming fluid dripped down your broken spine
pull the sheet back to reveal the stiff cold puffed body binded by my ropes
bombed burst into his skull into his retinas
that hold infinite numbers of forever white and black desecrated roads of flesh littered with my fluids from my mouth and my penis
channel the energy fleeting from his beautiful body
i capture his scent and cry out and beg for more
take off your shoes and socks, you sexy dude!
give me a whiff of heaven to enjoy!
This mean-spirited Memmet is the real loser here,
to lose one so awesome, caring and true as you.
For you moved-on in life and love,
and he's the one who really got left behind in the stale sand.
The best pay-back to those who have hurt us bad
is to go forward
and live a victorious life
Walking in the Light,
loving others and being loved.