Oct 212009
Banging and fanging, shaking the bed
making out with the unholy dead.
Screaming and dreaming all through the night
the beast with two backs is never contrite.
Shaming and blaming, the neighbours stare
bumping uglies with the dead on a dare.
Slaking and making, a passion that swells
kicking her feet she can almost hear bells.
Thrashing and crashing, gasping for air
she screams her passion, pumping despair.
Drained and depleted, she stares in his eyes
dead to the world, just like regular guys.
Grace Mahoney
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