Give Me The Bottom Half

Above her waist, there’s nothing worth defiling
The head arms and breasts are all wasted and buried
Girlie bits below the hips captivate and seduce me
Her lovely legs compliment holes I contaminate
I ravage only one of two equal parts; I have that I need
My glass half-full with her lower trunk
A pair of loosened orifices in this post mortem wreck
My cock eases in like a hot blade through butter…
Give me the bottom half, the only part I crave
The taint connects the targets of my appetite
The gluteal-cleft divides and orgiastic smorgasbord
I grip the fleshy tatters of her butchered pelvis and rum
Again and again I violently plunge into my fuck toy
Give me the bottom half, the only part I crave
Give me the bottom half — to rape, wreck, and ruin