In the lab, where the creatures roam
Frankenstein, a scientist, did make a home
He toiled and tinkered, day and night
His passion for science, his heart's delight
One fateful eve, as he worked late
A spark of lightning, a burst of fate
Brought life to his latest creation
A monstrous form, yet oh so elation!
Eyes that glimmered bright like stars above
Lips that curved into a gentle love
A chest that rose and fell with grace
And strength that filled the entire space
Frankie felt a flutter in his heart
As he gazed upon this work of art
His monster, now alive and real
Fell into his arms, such sweet appeal
They spent their days in joyful bliss
Walking through fields of green and mist
Together they explored and laughed
Their bond grew strong, no need to be half-masked
But alas, not all were pleased with their love
Some feared and judged from above
Frankie knew their hearts were pure
So he stood tall, and fought for sure
For love knows no bounds, nor species too
It finds its way, through thick and thin, it shines true
And Frankie and his monster found their place
In each other's arms, forever embraced
This one is from a poem from stu
give me your sox, a jockstrap and a glove
smother me with the mystery of your soles's love
walk with me barefoot by the riverbed
bathed in the moonlight, let me give you head
how strange, how rare, this love that humbles me when your feet are bare
give me your sox, a jockstrap and a tissue
join in if privacy is not an issue
love is the music, floating in the air
the smell of love is your sweaty socks and your underwear
fingers get wetter
a sniff, a wack and i'll be feeling better
Amidst the gloom and shadows of despair,
Where death's cruel touch haunts the midnight air,
A tale unfolds, macabre and grim,
Of a man whose desires took a sinister whim.
His passion stirred by life's morbid design,
He sought solace in death's sweet decline.
A necrophilic deviance consumed his soul,
As he longed for feet that would never be whole.
In dim-lit corners, where whispers resound,
He roamed the graveyard, enchanted, spellbound.
His fingertips yearning for icy cold skin,
To caress the lifeless, reanimated within.
Oh, the joys he found in death's morose trance,
Kissing pallid feet with a twisted romance.
From rigor mortis to graceful repose,
He reveled in pleasures that only death knows.
But one fateful night, as moonlight shone bright,
An unholy resurrection unfolded in sight.
The corpse came alive, its feet once deceased,
Demanding worship from this deviant beast.
Elation surged through his haunted veins,
As reverence replaced his eerie chains.
For what was once dead had come to life anew,
And happiness bloomed from a love so askew.
The Dance of Death
Amidst the graveyard's somber haze,
A curious soul sought twisted ways.
His longing for death's scent so rare,
To inhale its essence, without despair.
In a macabre twist, oh what a feat,
The corpse, reanimated, found his feet.
With ghoulish grin and eyes aglow,
He let the man worship his feet, with no woe.
