I can feel a deathly finger
Creeping, like a pervert, up my thigh;
And for half a spell, it likes to linger
Before it chills me and I die.

This finger, cold and clammy
Has an oddly warm flirt,
It like to tease me, and enjamb me
Before it fingerfucks me in the dirt.

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