Funeral Flowers

I am looking for the next naive special person.
I already planted a lily, a sunflower, and an orchid.
I am looking for a rose among the weeds.
I will tell her I am loaded and I am looking to share the wealth.

Naturally she will follow me back to my place.
I will give her champagne and treat her like a queen.
However once she is loaded and unaware she is mine.
Nothing can stop my bulbous beast from his next conquest.

I go to the local bar looking for my blossom.
I spot her depressed over a drink.
I talk to her for a while and listen to her sob story.
Her boyfriend cheated on her with her neighbor.

I told her I am not like other guys.
"Come over to my place and I will treat you right", I said.
"Ok", she said softly and I walked her to my car.
As a gentleman I always open the door for my lady.

I popped the cork of several champagne bottles and poured us some drinks.
She drank the champagne like it was soda.
Her gluttony gave me immense pleasure.
Soon she was tipsy, and then she blacked out.
This was the opportunity I was looking for.

I carried her to the master bedroom and placed her gently on my bed.
Quickly I undressed both myself and my delicate bud.
I got my knife from my dresser drawer.
My member quivered as the knife was inches above her abdomen.

She was moaning and groaning while I slowly lowered my blade to her skin.
I made small intricate wounds on her breasts.
After I drank the blood that had pooled out I began to admire my handiwork.

After a small taste my cock entered her cave.
I was moaning while I rocked back and forth spilling my seeds into her pistol.
All I was thinking was having this moment last forever.
However my demonic mind told me I had to kill her.

Once I finished emptying my nutrients into her.
I noticed she was coming around.
"I am sorry but you must die my bourbon rose."
She screamed as I began slashing away.

I cut her arms, then her chest, working my way down.
Every once in a while I drank while she screamed helplessly.
Then I slashed her all the way down until her pussy.
She was filled with cum and I drank her champagne slowly

She was groaning in pain and disgust as I continued to feed.
Once I drank it all I butchered her vagina and slashed the corroded artery.
She died instantly and I didn't want to leave any of my trace evidence on the body.
So I washed and douched my victim until she smelled like fresh linen.
I took a shower, got dressed, adjusted my devilish dick, and headed towards the bed.

I wrapped her up in my sheets and took her downstairs.
I carried her outside and propped her against the siding of my house.
In the middle of the night I started digging a grave for my rose.
I gently placed her inside her dirty tomb and I shoveled the dirt on top of her.
I said a prayer honoring her and on top of the crypt I positioned her funeral flowers.