Post coital truncation

Your demise I fantasize
Every time we finish fucking
Nauseated by your presence
Turn my lusting to disgusting
Reaching beneath the bed
Naked helpless flesh inviting
Tightly grasping my machete
Killing you, I find existing
Awaken to nightmare
In time to witness
Your fucking death
Buried halfway through the neck
Embedding deep within the spine
Body wracked with violent spasms
Twitching as a finish hacking
Shreds from which your head is hanging
Splattering your blood across the floor
Watching your headless
Body molested before you
The last ten seconds
Of your life spent impaled on my cock