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I will not admit to being a necrophile,
But I have been deemed otherwise;
For, I always wanted a female pedophile
To make love to beyond what regonize.

I recall one night when I was seventeen,
It was one night that I will not forget;
I could not believe the beauty I have seen,
She trespassed my domain without permit.

Dark brown and lovely long hair,
Green eyes with black lipstick and lace;
Adorned in a sensual perfume so fair,
And I could the undeniable lust in her face.

She trotted toward the foot of the mat,
Then she irrationally started to smile;
She crawled under my sheet just like that,
As if she knew it would be worth my while.

What she had done under the sheet?
Well, it was just very quite celestial;
She did not just tickle my feet,
But then her true identity was bestial.

At the head of my sheet was no satin,
It was the second initiation of death;
Thank goodness I was dreaming again,
Because that monster took my breath.