Bone Fucker

(álbum: Hemdale / Exhumed - In The Name Of Gore - 1996)

The mouldy earth crumbles under my pick-axe
The hardened turf gives up its morbid harvest
Cracking the earthen crypt with my rusted spade
Disinterrment of the pieces from where they lay to rest

The arduous task reveals my unhealthy reward
A long dead stiff is the fruit of my labours
Fracturing the brittle wooden coffin
To reveal the skeletonized remains that I savour

The horrendous stench only serves
To heighten my anticipation
Rotted prizes bring with them
The prospect of gratification

Fellating the femur as my anus quivers anxiously
I tongue the mandibles as I work myself into a frenzy
My sphincter twitching uncontrollably in expectation
With a firm grip on the fibula I commence my anal penetration

My buttocks clenched tightly around the bone
A wave of sensual pleasure washes over me as I groan
Again and again I fill myself, squirming in ecstasy
My prostate is tormented by the splintered bones abrupt entry

This tortured anus is stretched by the entry of the tibia
I grimace in an amalgam of pleasure and pain
My fetish for osseus necro-perversion I lustily pursue
My erection engorged with blood as my anus is strained

My crudely fashioned ossified dildo
An instrument of supreme titilation
Bizarre necro-sodomy my only end
And I pursue it with fervent dedication

I gnaw on chalky metatarsals
Grinding my anus on the musty bones
Me penis lodged in the rib cage
In this grave, I climax alone

Bone fucker