- Erotic Poetry
- Sleeping with Zombies
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Know that it's not so dangerous
as it seems it should be. You just
snap your brains in a cage
(what they're after, you know)
and those undead, stiff fingers,
sloughing off skin like snow,
are too indelicate to pick your lock.
The sex, though, is rather dull.
Her moves are glacial, slow
as a long-felled log,
and she neither cries nor moans.
Of course, her body's frigid cold.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaover 14 years agoHow could I resist reading a poem with a title like this. Well, I couldn't and the poem more than lived up to the title.
PandoraGlittersalmost 16 years agoYou really should be sharing the zombies around. Now that you've revealed your method, I'm sure it will become popular. Zombies are the new . . . um . . . zombies.
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoConsidering myself a part time Zombie (at best), compared with the: at-all-times-full-performers and the always perfectly savvy, may I pefectly salute your smug MO! You are right, never sleep again with those who are so much existentially below you.
