Murderous Coitus

Blood gurgles from her throat
Like sperm from a whores mouth
Both feel right in their waste of life
Off the beaten path things are done
In seclusion

Interments are washed
After arousal fades
Moments of pain
React in shouts to god

The smell of latex
Slick with fluid
Tossed away
After penetration
Sometimes with great
Deliberation

Their eyes roll back
As they shout to heaven
But no one can hear them scream

Come my darling into the woods
Come my beauty follow me