She rose from the waters
Of couse she was wet
Her hair mingled in moss
rigor mortis ? not yet !
I stood for cautious
My heart cried out in fear
FOOL ! don't go any closer
This is certainly most weird
She left watery footsteps
As she ascended the hill
To the abandon cemetery
Where all rested so still
There on a knoll
She spread out a cover
Sat down and awaited her lover
A screech by a cat
A hoot of the owl
And in the air
A stench so evil and foul
She rose to her feet
As he appeared in the gloom
They embraced
By the light of the moon
His eyes were live coals
His breath sulphur hot
His clothes were impeccable
His skin dried and taut
Together they sat
But there was nary a word
When he bent over and kissed her
There was a sizzling heard
He stripped her bare
of her watery rags
And they made unholy love
It sure made me gag
The clouds in the sky
How quickly they flew
The moon was so embarrassed
That he turned blackest of blue
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
She rose from the waters
Of couse she was wet
Her hair mingled in moss
rigor mortis ? not yet !
I stood for cautious
My heart cried out in fear
FOOL ! don't go any closer
This is certainly most weird
She left watery footsteps
As she ascended the hill
To the abandon cemetery
Where all rested so still
There on a knoll
She spread out a cover
Sat down and awaited her lover
A screech by a cat
A hoot of the owl
And in the air
A stench so evil and foul
She rose to her feet
As he appeared in the gloom
They embraced
By the light of the moon
His eyes were live coals
His breath sulphur hot
His clothes were impeccable
His skin dried and taut
Together they sat
But there was nary a word
When he bent over and kissed her
There was a sizzling heard
He stripped her bare
of her watery rags
And they made unholy love
It sure made me gag
The clouds in the sky
How quickly they flew
The moon was so embarrassed
That he turned blackest of blue
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