Ever heard an insect cum? Sounds just like a bullet bursting a heart.
See - this is how an insect fornicates with a human. Predatory – it hunts down that tombstone of cold, translucent flesh – the heart, still and passionless – body breathless – and the insect performs a stilted cunnilingus of the bones and the eyeballs. It’s the open wounds they like best – the easily accessed. The suicides and the murdered. Slip themselves in the gory slits and lick, sip, dine. Writhe. All that bacteria!! filthy bitch. Dirty girl. Tasty morsel.
And then the rigor mortis – twitching hips. Clawed fingers-
-Put your tongue away. She’s faking it.
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