Forensic by trade I clean up the aftermath.
Tools in hand searching for the cause of d**h.
One victim I found was covered in her own sh**,
With maggots spilling from every orifice.
Aroused by the sight of the white colored parasites,
Fixated on the warmth they will bring
to my throbbing co*k.
Making sure there's no one around to see what I'm gonna do.
Slide my co*k into the first hole I come to,
The feeling of this penetration.
Send me into a surge of ecstasy.
A b**hes c*nt does not compare,
To the truculent grinding of larvae on me,
f**ing me with their teeth,
As they feed off my bulging prick.
Nibbling penis as well as excrement.
Uncontrollable pumping urging me to cum.
Flaccid is my meat pole from ejaculation.
Jarring up the squirming horde.
Evidence for my pleasure.
Leaving a few attached to my co*k.
Body bagging this mound of flesh that I have defiled,
I am in love with her dead rotten,
Gaping holes stuffed with maggots
Off to the morgue goes the love of my life.