To a necrophiliac unknown,
By Irmtraut von Flokkenstoffen, (1901 -2004)
The hot, wet skin it furrows your brow
With warm breasts you’d know not what to do
If a cooler love is what you crave
Well, have I got something for you
If rigor mortis your passion sets free
Then after the eulogy is read
Just wait about an hour or two
And come fuck me when I am dead
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