6.Prosthetic Erection

Selling limbs from a bag was always my forte; I get my stock for perverted clients
This is my store
 [bad word] my rotting member deep inside her oozing gash, pushing deeply
Pushing deep, as deep as I can, feeling blood squelch against my [bad word] 
I like the feel of the worms against my shaft
 [bad word] my stock, just for fun, just for kicks
I like the feel of the worms wriggling on my [bad word] 
Found my victim in the streets, told her body I needed it
Then down in my basement I carved her
Storing her parts in jars for my clients
I drained her blood, so to embalm
Death gets me off
I am sick and I [bad word] bile