Charming features lying dead.
I promised I would come to your funeral, hither am I.
Attention whore,
all are here for you, the few that came,
they regret and already miss the fukks undone.

Ponder your achievement, bitch!
I am not able to discry if you smile.
Even lying there, in the brink of lethe,
I surmise you deserve an upbraid.

Thy lips often sucked whatever in front of them.
arousing cum leakages
to gush like Bacchus bittersweet wine.

Such awareness constrains and deranges me.
Will earth engulf such lavish flesh?
It could yet grant me so many engagements
and the most notable delights!

If we could be alone for some moments
maybe farewell was more extort.
I ought to caress me in the flavor of these reflections.
I do treasure these mangled scars left by thee.

Having your ass once more I could go further!
The dead do not bleed
and in life it was never an issue
to abuse your behalfs.
Both natural and those swiftly acquired.

I cum. Self restrained.
I vow to you my finery thrill, ephemeral.
You will never know what you are avoiding.
You died. Slut!

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