Perhaps it was my loneliness,
A hurt heart and fragile self.
You tempted me like a siren.
And I gave in to your lips.
The ecstasy of your body,
The passion of your touch,
My flesh yearned for it,
Caught in the grip of desire.
I'd be lying to I said I didn't enjoy it,
Yet it bears the weight of sin.
Not something to openly revel in,
But a burden of guilt and pleasure intertwined.
