The Ultimate Fuck (amended)

Just as she was thinking of being his lover,
Holding him close under the cover,
Hand reaching out to fondle his balls,
Paroxysms of coughing , and so she stalls.

Renewing her efforts, she kisses his mouth,
Recoiling in distaste, the fag not yet out (h),
Horny as hell, she keeps on persisting,
Needing a fuck, though her mind is resisting.

Quenching the candle, plunged into gloom,
She opines the dark will romanticise room,
"Oooops, Sorry", she spills the handy perfume,
Another attempt to head off love's doom.

Bouncing along, senses a-quiver,
Hoping it's not hurting his liver,
Noises join in and not from his groans,
Jesus!, he's falling apart in his bones!

Reaching her peak, she abandons her worries,
He can cum later, orgasm hurries,
Her cries of delight drown out his shout,
Collapsing upon him she starts to doubt.

Musta been good for him, dead to the world,
She thinks he's as happy, arms around curled,
Hey!, wait a minute, no heartbeat to hear,
He's gone for good, the poor darlin dear.

Down to the crypt, formaldehyde ready,
Staggers a bit, holding him steady,
Too many memories to waste the dreams,
Just need the body to waken the scenes.

Slipping him under, damn he's afloat,
Searching around, must prevent bloat.
Amazingly durable cock still erect,
May be no need to further inject.

Seizing the tools of remembered pleasure,
Chains, straps and instruments, wired armature,
Shrugging the past off, who could replace,
That kinky old geezer with angelic face.

She twisted and turned, chained to the wall,
Legs spread wide open, fear over all,
He filled her, he fucked her,he made her moan,
Begging for more, "Make me Your own"

Kneeling to blow him, adoring brown eyes,
"Anything, Master, all You devise"
"Your servant, Your slave, I willingly give",
How could she know he hadn't long to live?

Gantry enabled, unhooking iron horse,
She attaches the corners of rack, with remorse,
Guiding to tank of liquid preservative,
The weight sinks the body, boyancy negative.

Mounting the steps, taking her leave,
Tears on her cheeks, wiping with sleeve,
Calling the morgue, diffusions a weekl
"O good, I can last, life's not so bleak!"