My sin, for thee I wish, though thou causes
such sweet addicting pain and calm sorrow.
My still heart goes numb at the sight of thee.
I, with a touch of innocent lips, fall
into temptation from Hell and Heaven.
Satan beckons me with visions of lust,
unadulterated, I crave to touch.
Thou eyes pull me close with sinful wanting.
These cravings are overlooked by a warmth
imbedded in my heart. Warmth for thee,
to hold and protect, to kiss and to play.
My yearning is sin yet, for thee, I am
willing to touch Hell's punishing fire and
to turn my back to Heaven's pearling gate.
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