Sweet Smell Of Formaldehyde

Reads: 12  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Ah! Sweet the smell of formaldehyde in the morning. Mixed with tomato juice. Served with poached eggs. It tickles my throat with its runny yolk. When I think of your pussy on a train to Hell. Garnished with poison sumac.

Like your orgasm, last night, giving you the willies. As you lay flat on the slab, listening to Black Sabbath. But that is how it is when you, redlined sucking my cock. Because you failed to mend my argyle socks. The ones I wear at the Ghoul's convention.

But I gave to you a fur-lined portmanteau and the chainsaw for the old times. To keep you warm in the dark underworld. n conversation with the worms. When I think of your pussy on a train to Hell.

Ding-dong! The bitch is dead in a pushcart at Walmart. Behind the support hose, an adult depends.


Submitted: July 09, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Atticus Abbey. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Other Content by Atticus Abbey

Poem / General Erotica

Poem / Poetry