He loved the pailness of her skin
The way her lips had a slight tint of rose
He loved her flesh, so cool and soft
And her limbs so fragile and thin
He loved how she would never leave
How she'd never think of breaking his heart
He loved the controle he would have
How he could bend her to his every will
He loved how she would not argue
And the way she would never disagree
He loved how she would stay silent
How she would never have any opinions
He loved her lifeless shape and form
And how she'd never fight against him
He loved the stillness of her heart
And how she never uttered and sound
He loved the way she did not breath
And that her lungs were no longer working
He loved her sweet but bitter kiss
The bitter kiss of necrophilia
Necrophilia - The sexual
attraction to corpses
