If I could have sex with the dead
I’d start at the head
by stroking her hair
to show her I care
I’d adore her cold stare
and weave stories of lust in my head

If I could get head from a corpse
she wouldn’t get hoarse
her ears might detach
when I face fuck her hatch
but I’ll move to her snatch
and get off on how cold dead skin warps

If I fucked a stiff for a thrill
there’s no need for the pill
she can take a cream pie
or a load in the eye
or another five guys
she’d say nothing but ‘Yes!’ laying still

But I cannot have sex with the dead
because you’re in my bed
but it’s almost the same
I won’t know if you came
I’ll feel just as much shame
so I’ll probably just fuck you instead.