Darkened necropolis, midnight sharp,

nobody else will see.

A six foot dig, open the casket, there she

waits for me.

Her lifeless body, cracks and splinters,

as I start to raise her.

In eagerness I carry on,

In lust for my Stargazer.

Deterioration, rotting flesh,

violation of a fossilised wench.

A degrading thought to seduce a corpse,

dry reaching from a horrid stench.

Parting the thighs, a sickening crack,

festering hole open wide.

Enter my partner, close my eyes,

so cold and dry when inside.

Ignore the sounds that fill my head, the

crunching of flesh as I thrust.

Sweat profuses my body bare,

driven by bizarre lusts

Run my tongue across her mouth,

formaldehyde I taste

Dislodge my member from her hole

and head below the waist.

As I feast between her thighs, her throat

emits a deafening cry

A filthy claw grabs my head's back,

and rams it up her rotting crack.