confession number 13

 
in my heart I rebel
turning dirty thoughts over in my mind
I seek redemption from my lust
but my passion brews a tempest

it is a sacred art to love
but to lust is to crave the dark
succor to the breast
it is divine to want

desire turns inside me
and wakes me with pangs I can't control
it hurts to ache this way

still, closer to you I come
until I feel your heat deep within
drawing me to the brink
where you break me down into nothingness
and I can protest no more

the feeling assaults my innocence
enraptures my moral guide
and I fall for you all over again