I ignored
the crunch of roaches
as we rolled with laughter
on the bloody bed
and
brushed the ants from your forehead
as you pleasured me.
But when the French kiss
that felt so electric
was a roundworm
and not your tongue,
I reluctantly admitted
your corpse does not really
improve lovemaking from
when you were alive,
it just moves more,
complains less
and smells better.


I have to say that the image of roundworm was brilliant..
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