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Necrophilia.

Oh, Darling, but it just isn't quite the same.
I speak softly, as I rip off her clothes,
It will be swift, Love, if you would just behave.
All the beauty resides in the cold,
You made made such a fuss, when you were alive,
Now your cold dead lips, they beckon mine,
It's cold now, your whitened flesh,
No movements or sounds, under my gentle caress,
No muscles tense, under my hungry kiss,
The taste almost to sweet, as I lick my lips,
No this simply will not do,
I'll create my own entrance,
Perhaps one, or two,
The metallic shines bright, as the blade pierces your skin,
A groan of pleasure, hn... delectable sin...
And as the crimson line appears,
I cannot help, but be brought to tears,
The beauty is almost too much, I'm ready to blow,
My lovely dead girl, lets start the show,
I sink my member, into your cold flesh,
The warmth of your blood, ah... a warm nest,
Lubricated with blood, I'm ready to fuck,
My hands on your shoulders, I gently slid in,
Into your cold, lifeless cunt,
And in between your ribs,
The pleasure is almost too much to bare,
But Darling I'm not finished just yet,
A few rips, wounds here and there,
Finally, it's time to finish the rest,
Thrusting, shoving, groaning,
The pleasure, the love, the moaning,
No screams of pain, No screams of fear,
No fighting it off, no pouring tears,
The blood, the cold, the heat,
Is just too much, for me,
A strangled moan, and finally, a release.
This is my curse, my hated disease,
Necrophilia, is not a want, but a need.
And as I lay your body down,
I let out, a much more satisfied sound,
Look to your body, covered in red,
Yes my Love, you are much more beautiful,
Dead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Logan.

Warriors of the Goddess

Rise now all from the Lady's battlefield
For this war shall never yield
Axe to axe, sword to sword
No one dares to say a word
Blood and limbs fall to the ground
This is the gore all around
Screams echo throughout the plain
Sounds of triumph and of pain
The music of battle plays loud and true
Fight and die is all they must do
Warrior to champion in a day
Now his lifeless body eternally shall lay
Goddess and God watch from above
Gazing upon their followers full of love
Another body, down forever
Trampled upon, noticed none what so ever
The warriors have tears upon their faces
Agony and love that will show for ages
Rise again to fight once more
Wounds heal like a closing door
They pick up their weapons as they rise
And bring upon their enemies great demise
Eternally they shall battle for their Goddess
And through that love, to them she will eternally bless

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is written from the point of view of a Celtic Cleric

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