Open Letters To Closed Doors

Flowers of Sin

Spread the lips of that flower below
Between your hips, such a heavenly glow
And let us take the devil by the hand
So we can set fire to that promised land
A forked tongue wrapped
Around a heart so cold
So let's fuck in the garden
Give your demons a show
My heart skips a beat, but that's alright
For I'm playing games
Between your thighs tonight
So let me see that marvelous trick
Before I feast upon your sin again