Nekromantik

Mmm, delicious.
Your rough skin grinding against me,
You mouth slack-jawed in awe,
I ride your cock viciously while the hooks hold you to the wall

I can almost hear your ecstacy brimming,
Pushing closer to its peak,
You always make me feel good to the point I can’t speak

I am addicted to your newfound silence,
You always used to be so vocal,
Your body glistens in the moonlight like the brightest of opal.

My breathing has become shallow,
I scream till i’m hoarse.
Though you’re barely moving,
You drive me over the edge with such force

I ride my high out slowly,
reveling in the savage pleasure,
I try to find new lovers,
But none of them can measure.

It’s very late now,
We should probably go to bed,
I would’ve never expected so much
From loving the dead.