Sin

If all temptation looked like her
The world would fall into sin and
we'd bathe in a rain of fire and brimstone

That is my conviction

The sordid daughter of desire

She could reach into the deepest recesses of a man's heart

Down deep calling forth the vilest fantasies a priest keeps to himself

She commanded lust

Woman of the night.

I pay to be with her.
And for a night
I shelve my shame and morals
freely given in exchange for debauchery and sin

Sexual missionary that she is
She's started many a fool down the party express to hell

Some women were made for the dark
And she owned the blackness

Queen where the accusing sun
cannot glare it's dissaproval

Land of the sinful
home of the depraved

The long nights turn to early mornings
I can hear the blood rush to my head
slowly turning to throbs

but I think of the night before hand
and smile a knowing smile

as the recollection of my sins
replay themselves in my mind

and when the euphoria of the moment fades

I hold my pain ridden head in my hands
and question my very being