Sin:
It creeps
Up my back
Whispering
Naughty things
Into my ear.
The displeasure
Of it all
Tingles my skin
And weakens my
Knees.
It tells me
Things
I only wish
I could hear.
It touches me
Everywhere .
It makes
My vision
Cloudy,
And it
Changes my
Words
From mine
To its own.
You are sin;
And you've
Wrapped
Your claws
Around
My throat,
And I do
Not think
I want you
To let go.
Sinful:
I walk
Gliding
Silently
Down the
Street.
Waiting
For the
Opportunity
To present
Itself to me.
And I
Whisper
Dirty things
Into your head,
Thing only you
Could ever wish
To be said.
And you
Speak
The words
I feed you.
I am here,
I am
Staying;
I am sinful.
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