Please gather ’round,
hear what I’ve found,
the truth I’ve learned inside;
the night I dreamed,
the night I screamed,
the night my pussy died.

I’d laid right down
in my nightgown
(it’s flannel, soft and thick)
when I awoke
to see the smoke
like from a magic trick.

I sat upright,
awash in fright,
and knowing I would die
when there appeared
a thing most feared;
the Reaper, one foot high.

Cold darkness spoke
inside its cloak
and demons howled within.
No face I saw
inside that maw
but I could feel its grin.

“You’ve lost your way,”
I heard it say.
“Your pleasure you’ve forgot.
What you don’t use,
you’re bound to lose!
I’ve come here for your twat.

“You’ve let it lie,
you let it die!
Your pussy has gone south.
No daring stunt
can save your cunt!
Not even mouth-to-mouth.”

“But I can’t fuck!
I’ve had no luck
in finding perfect guys!
You’re saying I
should just comply
and open up my thighs?”

“I do not nudge,
I do not judge,
I merely come and take.
The bill’s been paid,
your twat will fade
and leave before you wake.

“But think on this,
and reminisce
on what just might have been.
You’ve not proposed
to keep it closed
because of fear of sin.

“It’s not been still
to test your will
or any higher call.
You don’t demure
to keep it pure,
(and worthy reasons all).

“No, I’m afraid
you have betrayed
your pussy’s life to fate.
If you won’t touch,
or look too much
or even masturbate.”

Up on my bed,
and then it said,
“Now for your quim’s demise.”
And in that strife,
my pussy’s life
did flash before my eyes.

We lived it high,
my cunt and I
when once we were a team.
Those days back when
we both loved men
and ate them whole, with cream.

Once for a whirl
we tried a girl
and that was squishy fun.
We had no fuss,
me and my puss;
we worked and played as one.

The years gone past,
in stark contrast,
have dried my juice to dust.
I’ve been so stressed,
no time to rest,
and hardly time for lust.

We had to quit,
me and my slit,
before our dreams were met.
But, dwelling on
my joys foregone,
I started to get wet.

The Reaper crept
towards my cleft
and raised its blade to slay.
My hand swept down
and grabbed its gown
and stripped its cloak away.

It stood revealed,
and unconcealed
it was an awesome sight.
A dildo strong,
a full foot long,
and colored boney white.

Instead of fear,
my path was clear,
my last chance come upon.
I held my breath,
and snatched up Death,
and turned the fucker on.

The fury came;
the thing became
a hellish buzzing force.
With all my strength,
at full arm’s length,
I moved it from its course.

If it could reach
my fuzzy peach
I knew my twat was dead.
So I deployed
that fiendish toy
and shoved it in, instead.

The battle grew,
and we both knew
that this would spell the end.
For if I lost,
the smallest cost
would be my oldest friend.

So on I stroked,
my pussy soaked
with lust and fear and flame.
and just in time,
with joy sublime,
my pussy and I came.

We came in fright
in hallowed light;
we came and we were one.
The Reaper stood
and donned its hood
and said to us, “You’ve won.

“But think on this:
one swampy bliss
won’t cover decades’ lack.
You both must fight
to seek delight
or one day I’ll be back.”

So that’s my tale,
my hot young male.
And now you have your chore.
You and your chum
must make me come
To keep me from Death’s door.