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Sex, Lies and Formaldehyde  (with Death note Whovian)

I showed her round the cemetery
And she seemed really bored
So I had a quick change of plans
And took her to the morgue

And getting in wasn't as hard
as some of you might think
I slipped a couple Benjamins
to the guy at the gate

The dank smells surround
so incredibly exciting.
Considerable plans ahead
Environment so enticing.

And I can sense uncertainty
at such a morbid sight
But still I coax her to the bench
without much of a fight

I kiss her neck and use my hand
to slowly trace her spine
As a soft moan escapes her lips
that's almost like a whine

I strip her down on the cold steel
and I'm not far behind
I thrust myself inside of her
not wasting any time

I'll do as I please
strangling, scratching, biting, bruising.
I go in deeper with ease
We give in to the climax as we have been fighting all this eve.

Pleasure laden climaxed screams,
They shake the walls and tear the seams.
The dead awaken, interrupting our dreams,
Revenge is the agenda, turn to extremes.

Now on Death's menu
We run for our lives.
The mortuary's not the place
To practice dark desires
LordCreepy
Written by LordCreepy (Colten_Sorrells)
Published | Edited 3rd Apr 2015
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