An appeal by sex

Un robe me from your sleeve,
for I smell and stink ,
dirty and uncouth, though,
flattened and perfumed,

I am in stygian cave,
day by day a craze for me,
mass of flesh carried across
the river Styx,

instincts of indulgence,
salacious, play constant,
sex syndromes,
infect ional scars imprint

the skin,I need be washed
with the lotion of repentance,
reap the consequences,
Repentance, repentance.