| The mouldy earth crumbles under my pick-axe, The hardened turf gives up its
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| Morbid harvest, Cracking the earthen crypt with my rusted spade, Disinterrment
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| Of the pieces from where they lay to rest… The arduous task reveals my
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| Unhealthy reward, A long dead stiff is the fruit of my labours, Fracturing the
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| Brittle wooden coffin, To reveal the skeletonized remains that I savour… The
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| Horrendous stench only serves, To heighten my anticipation, Rotted prizes
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| Bring with them, The prospect of gratification… Fellating the femur as my
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| Anus quivers anxiously, I tongue the mandibles as I work myself into a frenzy
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| My sphincter twitching uncontrollably in expectation, With a firm grip on the
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| Fibula I commence my anal penetration… My buttocks clenched tightly around
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| The bone, A wave of sensual pleasure washes over me as I groan, Again an again
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| I fill myself, squirming in ecstacy, My prostate is tormented by the
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| Splintered bones abrupt entry… This tortured anus is stretched by the
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| Entry of the tibia, I grimace in an amalgam of pleasure and pain, My fetish
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| For osseus necro-perversion I lustily pursue, My erection engorged with blood
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| As my anus is strained… My crudely fashioned ossified dildo, An instrument
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| Of supreme titilation, Bizarre necro-sodomy my only end, And I pursue it with
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| Fervent dedication… I gnaw on chalky metatarsals, Grinding my anus on the
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| Musty bones, Me penis lodged in the rib cage, In this grave, I climax alone… |