The Naked and the Dead (live on the radio)

The fresh young cadaver lies shrink wrapped and still Placid, pale and beautiful Hands trembling as the synthetic shroud is lifted Her jaundiced complexion now brought to light The embalmed countenance stares vacantly ahead Cataracted eyes espy my exhibition The chill of the slab pierces my unclad body I quiver in anticipation Bestriding the corpse Left frozen in a moment of awe Overwhelmed by the touch of the dead Disrobed in the morgue and panting As I tongue her discoloured inner thigh Writhing and whimpering I'm gasping As ejaculation is now growing nigh Flesh against flesh, the naked and the dead Cold lips pressed against mine Rigor mortis sets in, as masturbation begins Nibbling on the nape of the neck Embracing the collapsed torso I suckle on her mortified bosom Sobbing as I cradle my stiffened mistress I ejaculate in spurts of exultation The naked and the dead!