thinking about a girl closing the curtains and dimming the lights of our bedroom, maybe lighting some candles to really set the ambiance for something special. shed preen herself a bit, adjust the fabric of her lingerie before approaching the bed, her tummy fluttering as she sees my corpse laid out for her.
maybe shed make love to me just like that, cuddle me unhurriedly, kiss my face and pet me in ways i used to like. shed note how good it feels to finally touch me without worrying about if im actually enjoying it. maybe shed feel a bit guilty thinking it- she knows i never reacted negatively to letting her do what she wanted with me- but she never could rid herself of that pressure to "do it right".
or maybe shed cut me open and dig her hands through the blood to affectionately caress my organs, the parts of me shes seeing and touching for the first time, despite knowining eachother for so long. maybe shed thank me for letting her do this, tears coming to her eyes as she grinds against my open cadaver.
i just want a girl to make love to my body whether im there for it or not