Sex With a Zombie (A Poem)
*This is a poem I wrote some time ago and just came across it in one of my folders. It's a bit more risqué than I normally write, so be forewarned. Image courtesy of Satyress via Pixabay I had sex with a zombie. It happened just last night. I know it was probably wrong, But it sure did feel so right. When I saw her naked in my bedroom, I couldn’t resist. Yeah, she was dead But it didn’t matter, Cause she was damn good in bed. She was pretty rough with me Yet, I didn’t care Because when it came to her body She would let me stick it anywhere. It was a bit messy With that dead skin and crud But, when it came to bodily fluids She was willing to swallow more than just blood. And when I was inside her She got my blood boiling By the way she wouldn’t scream Instead, she just lay there growling. I had sex with a zombie and I highly recommend it Just as long as you follow these two rules I now bequeath. Make sure to wear a condom And watch out for her teeth.