Necrophiliac fantasy #1

Be harsh.

Crouched inside of you,
As a foetal shape which masturbates from an exposed womb.
My cock rubbed by cold hands which I hold,
Willing you to make me cum.
A puppet with a flesh frame and hair for strings.
Your glazed eyes reflect my face.
A lover to grope, a death to embrace.
I wish to go deeper than you can experience,
An insemination of knife wounds,
Lain prostrate and lacerated for lubrication.
Wet and sticky, bloodied any time of the month.
Pussy sliced to breast, Y shaped incision,
Spread apart for a dream of faux conception.
Warm semen pumped into cold blood.
The juices of a stagnant rape victim run down my thighs.
Bloating tongue damp with rot,
Forced to lick my bloated dick.
Engorged with me, you fail to suck,
I hold your head in both hands to fuck an expressionless face,
For once safe in the knowledge you will not wake up.
My penis, harder than your bones.