Tag: cadavru
Rigor amoris
by Thrystan on Aug.08, 2009, under Proza
Scrisa pe aifon de la statia de metrou Nicolae Grigorescu, pana la Unirea
I-am smuls usor parul platinat cu o penseta ruginita si apoi am purces la a-i smulge parul pubian si dintii. Limba ei flasca alba si umflata ma privea prin gura cascata larg. I-am sarutat mana tocmai decupata din cot, i-am impodobit-o cu inele si am inceput sa o ung cu o fina crema de aloe.
Apoi cu un ulei de masaj pana ce aproape imi aluneca din maini. M-am intors dupa aceea catre bazinul ei cu carne alba si piele moale sub care colcaiau bacteriile si in curand si viermii. Am incercat cu toata forta sa ii desfac picioarele dar rigor mortis-ul mi se impotrivea. In cele din urma mi-am zis sa fac incizia fara a-i departa picioarele.
Cu un bisturiu in mana dreapta si cu stanga departandu-i labiile am scos la iveala mica adunatura de carne, nervi si piele pe care o cautam, clitorisul. I-am apucat varful usor rotunjit si am sectionat ceea ce eu credeam ca e baza. Cu micul buton al fostelor placeri in mana mi-am deschis pantalonii si mi-am scos afara membrul nadusit si incordat, cu orificiul frematand de excitatie. Am “slefuit” clitorisul pana la o forma pula-friendly dupa care mi-am varat lindicul pe uretra.
Ti-am zis mereu ca-mi bag pula in placerile tale!
Cold corpse
by Thrystan on Jul.01, 2009, under Poezii
Racing dwarves in hellish races
Find me , rape me ,pervert fucks
Got your scent and licking traces
Say she sings good when she sucks
Got no wings and flying deadly
In my nose the smell of rotten
It’s a coma last time rally
In a tomb of the forgotten
Why the bones are leaving early?
Why my skin is falling dust?
Why my breath is failing easily?
Why is decomposure must?
Corpse is mine, no ghost to recon
A last trace of former ex-me
No damn girlies left to trip-on
And no hottie left to sex three
Caught by devils raping orgy
Whisper fuck as Eden prayer
Down in hell with all the clergy
Maybe Satan named me mayor
Pleasure inhaling in young ladies
Smoking pot they fail the make up
When the madams were the maybe’s
And the screwing was just fucked up
Indian gothic zullu pervert in my closet
Finding karma and nirvana close to wallet
When the joint and vodka does it
She’s so pissfull, get out ! crawl it!