The Opposite Hex

I tend to ramble, but I'll be terse
Only one way to reverse this curse
I'm sure that she'll do what she can
To reform this Crow into a man

She must put on her finest leather
Then come to me in stormy weather
She'll ignore the walking dead
And fly directly to my bed

Not wasting one word on loose talk
Just take this fowl one by the cock
She will then insert me well
Into her warmth to break the spell

She'll ride me fiercely 'til the dawn
So when we come the curse is gone
A climax for a madman's whim
But it beats depending on the Brothers Grimm.