Necrofilia

The act of love
Is the closest thing
To a murder

In bed
In their joyful terror
It's about erasing the soul of whoever's
Man or woman, underneath

That's why we don't look
Cumming is dirtying the body
And penetrating is humiliating with the dick
The erection of another self

Erase or be erased
Doesn't matter, but in a moment
To leave, to let go
Once again
Between your lips