Sport

Porcelain white skin smooth like silk
Eyes open but you do not wake
I sit and stare at the girl I adore
My heart aches like stabbed with flames
Fires inside burn with hunger
Lovingly caressing your skin
Before donning gloves, and delving within
Revealing a slick tub of grume
I slide my hands smoothly inside
I am so glad for this sweet encounter
Girl with no name and no lower torso
A tag on the foot in a tray on the counter
Nameless, your numbered instead
Girl 13452 unidentified victim
Hit and run, driver got clean away
Dragged you half a mile
Wedged in the grille and the wheel trim
Chewed up and spat out
Half a mile of bagged meat
Scooped up and weighed here by me
Nobody around as I probe into the mess
Examining the contents pushing through the organs
Penetrating with my own
Thrusting into you
Orgasms in the cavity
Raping of the virgin meat
A severed torso toy
Gagging myself on your naked chest as your wetness I enjoy
Wretching at the taste
Pus and bile emanate
Still missing skin
Torn away from the chest
I dip my head roll out my tongue and I hold my breath
Cunning linguistics of the dead
A morticians principle
Necrotic dead fuck sport
I lead by shining example