Souls Crux... Erotic Horror

the flesh around her surveying eyes

crinkled like pitch black crape paper

and glaring alabaster pupils

her tits

knuckle white and drooping

over her falling bloated belly

with darkish brooding nipples

obsidian as Turkish coffee

blood drizzled down her pale face

and countenanced her features

like a frame around a painting

of a grotesque from hell

she stood before me

staring

her mouth an undulating invitation

imprinted in souls crux

my heart pounded

my cock swelled

i ached for her

black rose thorned

weeping as if lost

and disembodied

haunting me

she spread her legs like great bat wings

her cunt

a purple mouth howling

convulsing waves orgiastic

an unimaginable ecstasy