humanflesh

— The ship slid softly along through the darkness of the harbor almost furtively as it were, as if she were carrying off a cargo of kidnapped humanflesh.

— I thought then how spirit is always perceived at a distance but flesh is not perceived at all, only touched. Puddingface waited my pleasure. Then suddenly, as if divinely sent to sate my perverse craving, a disgusting slab of humanflesh stepped straight into the room—a blighted, blasted, pasty, corrugated, scarred, infected, scabby, pimply, pussripe, pockmarked horse’s ass. His battered boots appeared to have shit on them, probably his own.