Deathbed - A Limerick

Her core rose up high then it swayed,  
To the coaxing of his tongue, she prayed.  
Her salty well was broken,  
No more words were spoken;  
She sighed when he came with his blade.  
 
In a dark deed of love gone amuck  
His blade was a bit of bad luck.  
Her mother would cry  
For the daughter who died
On the night of her very last fuck.