Erotic Murder

SEXECUTION

"Prudence Tight-thighs
For the high crime of unnatural celibacy
According to the Penal Codes of our jurisdiction
You shall be put to death by method of sexecution
May God have mercy on your frigid soul"
Was the judges' judgment on the beautiful defendant

“Into the vibratorizer with her,”

“No,” “No,” “Please,” was Prudence Tight-thighs plea

Do you have anything to say your sentence is carried out?
“Please let me out. I promise to put out.”

But the judge looked at the executioner at hand
And said, “now proceed, my man”

“Oh", "oow", "ahh",”oowy,” “oowy,” “owie,” “yodel-Dee-do,” “wheeee!”
Prudence was writhing in ecstasy

“Your honor, she has a resistance”
“Like no other I’ve ever encountered”

“Then give her more power”, the judge ordered

“Powering into hyper sexcessive sexaggeration,” the executioner said in exasperation
“Oowy,” “owwy,” “gazee,”… “Give me more please”
Was Prudence exalted plea

“Your honor she’s revering the polarity”
“She’s overloading the machine”
Was the desperate executioner’s warning

Then Prudence Tight-thighs let out a primitive scream
In a release of stupendous glee
“Fuckcumerina-Wheeeeee!”

And the vibratorizer came to a sudden halt
Prudence caught her breath and looked about
All her prosecutors that were at the scene
Now lay dead in a pile of crème

Inspired by Barbarella

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Skullfucked

Skulking in the shadows, watching as her as she walks
Cruel intentions flood his mind but the blood is at his cock
A blade to make the heart stop
A rag to stop the screams
Equipped and in the darkness
Living out his dreams

Lusting for the blood flow, the knife repeatedly cuts
Stabbing penetrating entrance wounds, one hundred bleeding cunts
A twist of the handle
To widen the holes
Having his way
Damning her soul

Her eyes are still and half open, he tears them out in disgust
Repositioning his posture, aligned for a skullfuck  
The blood gurgled
By the vacuum made
A thick frothy foam
Crimson in shade

A light in the alley had spoiled the climax, the police had formed a modern day phalanx
For weeks he ran, eluded and evaded; now he slit his own throat, smiled and masturbated

My Love

The woman I stocked
Was my prey
I fantasied for years
In the dead of night I sprang
Her window was open so is
Climbed in
Like Jack and beanstalk
I entered a world I only dreamed of
I heard the shower on it was like
A cup of water
Being spilled from the heavens
Out of the corner of the mirror I saw her
Her tan wet body all cover in soap
I pulled out my knife
Looked down upon it
I yelled at her to come out of the shower
She was crying
I told her to get on the bed
Her body was trembling
She would not moved
So I throw her like a rag doll
She screamed” I’m pregnant”
“I know” is all I said
I sat my backpack on the bed
My hands went deep in side
Till I found the nails and hammer
I pulled them out
She screamed
I the nailed her to the bed
Like a crucifixes
Then I slit her open like
Letter I needed to read
I found the baby and cut the cord
I then throw him out the window
I broke of two ribs and
Shoved them through her eyes
I then began to go deep into her
When I heard her last moan
Out came my affection
I then pulled n my pants and went out the door
The next morning I watch
As the Police found
My love

he broke my heart so i grabbed my knife and then raped him
for my last act i disected his balls still wet with where he had cum
does this fuckin turn you on good go look up your sicko shit on 4 chan.

[note the poem though erotic is quite subtle but it did end in murder.)

BURNLEY

It started small, a thing I never planned.
This house, which you expect - rather, demand -
I polish every minute, neat as a shell
has become my cell.

It's tough, not going outside, making no sound
as your schoolmaster cane inflects each wound,
accepts the count of every bright switch I take.
Afterwards, I ache.

So, I've begun acting out my dissatisfaction;
I don't deny I'm wanting your reaction.
I tilt this picture of your beloved Burnley.
You're bound to punish me.

And so, each day I say what I am feeling,
your Burnley's pants-down, shockingly revealing,
the doffing of its frame a shade more acute.
I'm following suit.

I wonder when you learned that swollen flesh
splits more when hit - anoints your cane afresh
when left to rise, like bread, for half an hour -
with my red offerings, my dying flower,
my dying red flower.


© professoryackle (Sara Pitt)all rights reserved

Chemical Rose--when you choose a winner for this comp, please be sure to attend to your other one, now on the abandoned list--thank you.    http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/8077/

"Quickly Over"

Everything must be perfect,
Not a detail out of place
He's coming over tonight
This man with no face

We've been talking for weeks
He thinks he's really the one
Maybe this time I'll forget your face
Once this night is done

Dressed to kill in my black dress
Fishnets up to there
Stilettos finish the picture
Careful to coif my hair

Set the table with a China set
Drag out the crystal too
Silver to each side I place
Arrange the vase, almost through

Light the candles, I'm ready for him
As ready as I'll be
Knock on my door, heart pounding
I open it to see

He's standing there, flowers in hand
A smile upon his lips
His eyes take me from head to toe
Lingering at my hips

I kiss his cheek, take the roses
Put them in the vase
I usher him into the vacant seat
Eager he take his place

Small talk over dinner, and laughs
We flirt over nothing
He takes my hand, lays a kiss
I think I'm feeling something

Starts as a tingle in my hands
Rushing up my arms
Heat pooling in my middle
As he turns up his charms

Pulling me to my feet with a grin
In his embrace I go
Mouths clashing determinedly
Letting desire show

Peeling clothes, piece by piece
Tossed upon the floor
Bodies nude, mashed together
Groaning, wanting more

Pushing me up against the wall
Hurry to get in
Thrust his cock deep inside
Revel in my sin

Moans and sighs, wet slaps abound
Fucking harder now
Slaking my thirst for rough and hard
This bruising I'll allow

I feel him quicken, shaking hard
I am almost done
I feel him go and then I follow
His face a little stunned

The blood runs between us
A torrent sticky mess
He looks just like the one I left
That I had loved the best

How that one betrayed me
He got his back, too
This one stumbles to his knees
His handsome face confused

The handle of the carving knife
Sticks out from his chest
Bloody froth oozing down his chin
Eyes closing in eternal rest

Two knocks on the wall, lightly
She comes through my door
She smiles as she looks upon
Carnage on the floor

She takes his body quickly away
A crew comes in to clean
I smoke a cigarette, waiting for her
Aware of what this will mean

Her smile beams 1000 watts
My job here is done
Though this one was put down tonight
We have just begun.