Her frowze red as rust,
Piercing my dermis with lust,
Tainting my blood,
With lecherous tetanus crud.

Our bodies concoct,
My jaw firmly locked
With the aching of flesh,
As we spasmodically thresh.

She renders me catatonic,
Each tissue tonic and clonic,
In a hypnotised trance,
Enchanted in dance.

My corpus now slaughtered,
Disjointed and quartered,
Not with knives deeply ******,
But with tetanus lust.