A strange fetish formed with love, As Jamie stroked her lover’s back.

Rough labourer Sam; darkly hairy, Rugged tendrils and spinning curls, Adorable to the doe-eyed girl.

Her small fingers pulled and looped, Hands stroked the dense, jet jungle.

Playfully she pulls the dark strands, Twiddles her nails to form great pleats, Fussing him furiously in his deep sleep.

Three chimes hum from the clock gong,

Insomnia ridden Sam’s tendrils are stroked, By Jamie’s tired hands, with true love. In an eruption of spasm, he shakes violently, His lover unmoved watches steadfastly.

Maternally she embraces the creatures that burst from his back,

Lovingly she caresses their womb as he shudders viciously into death’s embrace.

Each hair mass, a mass of legs attached to grim creatures that eat furiously to escape.

A tremendous earthquake explodes as her babies are freed,

Their lover watches coldly as Sam sates their ghastly greed.