Post Mortem

Why do you smell so inviting
Your scent is not just nostalgic but its oh so inviting
Do I dare sniff you there
The scent is so inviting, I think I'll sniff you there

Why do you appear oh so enticing
The flow of your body is just the icing
Should we merge, should I release to you
I am like Sherlock in search of a clue

Why do you feel oh so real
Giving more than you take is oh so real
Everything returns to that from which it came
I'm witnessing you and that from which you came

Oiled and grease you controlled the pole
Before I knew it you controlled the soul
Slowly slithering around my soul until totally entwined
Acknowledging that pain and agony is just a state of mind

Why must I taste you, the ultimate sin
My other senses tell me, I must commit this sin
Your flow is continuous and oh so cold
I gave all that was left, but you were oh so cold

Why do they keep throwing dirt in my face
I cant see your beauty with this dirt in my face
Your beauty, your taste, and all that I crave
I'll gladly relinquish for the warmth of my grave