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Horny

T'was the 4th body I had found that washed upon the shore.
I sat beneath the shady tree and prayed there would be more.
It was the last, and that was fine, I needn't anymore.  
I took it home and had an orgy with the bodies I found before.
Eventually the skin would rot, and I'd have to do without.
So I'll fuck what's left of all the holes until the teeth fall out the mouth.  
The neighbors have grown suspicious, and I know they hear me shout.  
This fetish may cause authorities to enter in my house.
Regardless, I'll keep my bodies warm till I want more.
Until they fall apart and must be thrown back in the shore. You say I'm just a freakish beast, obsessed with blood and gore,
But you'll get used to fukking corpses,
When you can't afford a whore.
Written by Skump_1 (Skump Davis)
Published | Edited 26th Apr 2017
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