Lovers' Cremations

Silent corset piercing locks
finger pulsing never blocks
eyes that x-ray spy and seize
drop me deeply to my knees.

Placed just so
on the dining table
morsels laid
and strung like cable
every bite
adjusted thus
from nipple ripe
to rustled truss.

Hands laced, bound,
and feet entwined,
elbows back
and spine
made round,
textured tactile
rose and face
mouth both gagged
and bottom race.

Smooth shaven squirting
kind cunning clit

fine fingered filly
cum climbing cock

balm bathing breasts
lip licking lunge

ball butting buttock
pussy placed palm

back bracing bruise
tethered tit tension

her lips now sewn
and corset pulled tight
his head handled heat
all biting and bite.

This even/odd
and full woven sod
the ground that once gave them
now gives them the nod.

Fractures and femurs
and clavicle cares
their ashes in ovens
and stories all stares.

Thus ends the evening
of lovers both dead,
their motions all over
and bodies all tread.

Their rest now complete
and their dreams are all done,
another sweet story
by mortician's son.

runningturtle87

(Inspired by the writings of Lily_Mae)