Those dirty thoughts

you look like you've been painted by gods, baby girl

You look like you've been painted by gods, baby girl

Your firm breasts are shaking uncontrollably

like two colliding planets

it's gives birth to a carnal, primary desire

it's uncontrollable, darlin'

you smell like art, darlin'

you were painted with passion

my intuition predicted the truth

you were covered in lust, passion,

your nipples' red just like rose petals,

I want to press my fingers on it,

feel your lust, your sins, I want you to feel me

but it's your soul that's fragile like eggshells

let me take care of it too

I want to feel your whole existence

All your body, your scars, your imperfections

I want to touch your heart

I have good manners.

Baby, you're the sin I'd take with me in heaven

I'd whisper your name in devil's ear

tell him about your desires, your kinks

he'll send me in heaven anyway.

your cherry lips turn red like old wine

that you used to drink in the cold days of late winter's dreams

when the snow was barely spreading on the snowdrops

but your lips were scarlet just like your heart,

give it to me, baby girl,

I want to feel all of you.

I need you to beg for me -

 my attention and my manners;

we need each other -

we're just like ying and yang

you bring lightness in my darkest days

you are lust and thus, I'm lost 

like I'm running from wolves in the forest,

It's midnight and I'm defiled in moondust

the sky is starless and I'm begging for your lustre;

you bring me passion, you bring me pain,

I bring you passion, I bring you pain,

but I want you anyway,

I know it's mutual. 

I want to feel your touch on my body

I'm the fire you've been hiding in your chest;

let it burn with desire,

burn for me

cry for me

scream for me

you are art, you are a muse,

you are a nymph, you are a succubus,

the gods have endowed you with the best -

that's divine figure, I'm staring at your curves;

my baby girl makes a sin look like prayer

the gods have endowed you with the best, indeed -

and all the sins you've proved you are capable of;

don't stop until I tell you, girl,

move your thighs as if you were dancing for Zeus;

tonight you have revealed why not all angels are as holy as they seem.