SIN

An image pressed against my skin
My reflection glazed and held within
Contours of flesh wash over me
Her lips so wet pressed on me

Bed clothes ripped, stained and soiled
A lover’s lust strained and oiled
Eyes so deep that draw me in
Pure beauty now I’m wrapped in sin

I’m passion’s whore for midnight’s charm
A slave to reason born to arms
Caressed reflection tasting lust
An armour burnt that’s begun to rust

Heavy drum upon the air
Curtains move to find her there
A gaze so deep that finds my heart
Naked and painted on passion’s art

Drag me here from her lair
Beauty’s grin and jealous stare
Fire rides upon the night
As demons scream and take to flight

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