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Have you ever seen a graveyard sunrise?
Rays of light break around ancient stones,
Orange and purple pour across the sky,
Painting a backdrop for pale colored clouds.
My love sighs and stirs on top of a grave,
Her bare breasts heave,
Nipples red, hard and riding,
My spent seed sticks in her auburn down.
Her eyes open and she looks to the sun,
Oh, what beauty, she says,
What pure natural beauty,
She pushes herself up against the stone.
Together we had watched that sun set,
Drab purple night fell across the ground,
As the points of light broke the cloak of night,
Ghost and spirits played among the mausoleums.
We ran with them laughing and mad,
I ripped at her clothes until they were shreds,
She shrugged them off among the rows,
Looking back she smiled to me in the moonlight.
Into a large vault we ran,
I grabbed at her waist,
We kissed and groped each others’ bodies,
Pushing her against a name plate I took her.
Later we walked back into the darkened rows,
The ghosts part and make us a path,
My love stumbles her feet unsure,
She wants more until she is unable to walk.
I laid her on the grave and took her again,
Her cries blended and melded with the spirits,
I emptied my seed into her time and again,
Until came the graveyard sunrise.
This website is for sale. If you're interested, contact us. Email ID: [email protected]. Starting price: $2,000