You are the insolent prince
Of my blood-stained dreams.
My long-dead scornful lover
With no mortal body.
Your body they burned
Until it was but ashes.
My dreams are filled with you
But I am not content.
I want your body
With its rotting flesh;
So I can watch the worms
That slither through you.
The sweet smell of rot
That permeates the dead
Electrifies my living cells.
I want you to be mine.
I want to rip off your clothes
And feel your cold skin.
Kiss your enchanting lips
Before they fade away.
Run my fingers through the hair
I have touched in my dreams
And run your manly hands
Over my aching body.
Masturbate with your
Chilly lifeless fingers
Only to move on
To more pleasing areas.
I want to fill myself
With your dead dick
And scream with ecstasy.
I want your body.
I'll play your music
While we have fun.
Let your voice excite me
Until I find Nirvana.
I want to sleep
With you inside me.
I'll wrap your arms around me
And fuck you again in my dreams.
I want the satisfaction
Of a fulfilled fantasy.
I desire to be
Your Necrophilia Girl.
Of my blood-stained dreams.
My long-dead scornful lover
With no mortal body.
Your body they burned
Until it was but ashes.
My dreams are filled with you
But I am not content.
I want your body
With its rotting flesh;
So I can watch the worms
That slither through you.
The sweet smell of rot
That permeates the dead
Electrifies my living cells.
I want you to be mine.
I want to rip off your clothes
And feel your cold skin.
Kiss your enchanting lips
Before they fade away.
Run my fingers through the hair
I have touched in my dreams
And run your manly hands
Over my aching body.
Masturbate with your
Chilly lifeless fingers
Only to move on
To more pleasing areas.
I want to fill myself
With your dead dick
And scream with ecstasy.
I want your body.
I'll play your music
While we have fun.
Let your voice excite me
Until I find Nirvana.
I want to sleep
With you inside me.
I'll wrap your arms around me
And fuck you again in my dreams.
I want the satisfaction
Of a fulfilled fantasy.
I desire to be
Your Necrophilia Girl.
Author notes
I dedicate this to my friend Krista. She is completely obsessed with Kurt Cobain and has often said that if they hadn't creamated him she would be a necrophiliac. So I decided to write a poem about her fucking his dead body. LOL! The jokes on you girl. Love Ya!
Written April 30th, 2005
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sick but not funny
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Kurt who?
Utterly charming in every single respect. I shall keep an eye out for you as the whore with the glass eye said to her client.
PS Who the fuck is Kurt Cobain?
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I find it hard to fuck someone with bad breath let alone rotting flesh and with no blood apummping it would be a soft time had by all
but this was a fun piece...
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MMMMMMMMMMM, Do a mumpty on him. This was awesome like usual. I loved it. I didn't find this disturbing at all, This is cool. I like the morbid feel, If I wasint sick in the head I'd be sick in the stomach. I loved it.
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ok, that was differant. was written very well but was such a morbid subject. Kudos to you for even writing it.
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Umkay. That was different.
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hey, kurt cobain was a very sexy and hot man, and i would have loved to fuck him just once, not now that he is dead, but when he was alive. this is disturbing, but yet, i love the disturbing stuff the best. i have a very dark side and a very psychotic personality. i have a good sense of humor and now that i have read your comment on this, i think it is kind of funny. but this is an awesome piece of work. great job. (hell, i have a sick sense of humor all of my own. lol, something that i am very proud of.)
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