My Sin
Late last night, when the sky was bright
With the silver gleam of the moon and the starlight,
I sat and asked my Soul
Of what Sin am I old?
Am I Lust, Anger, Greed, Envy, Materialist or just Jealous?
As I wondered with my Heart so Pious
Eureka! came the answer
I have no Sin
Other than you, Great Ancienter!
You make me Madder
You make me Cater
For all the wordly Sins
So devoted to you I am, My Assassin!
You make me Breathless
You make me Senseless
Even if you make me Lustful
You make me not an Actress
For my attraction for your absoluteness
Is not an Acting
It is the Meaning
Of my ZigZagging
Since the beginning of my Dawning!
When will you Dare
To make me Queen of your Lair
Where I will not pull your Hair
But will tempt you with my Stare
When will you become Crazy?
Just like my boggling Insanity
To satisfy my great Envy
Of wanting your Lap so Cozy?
To be Kissed, when I will be Missed
Will make you into a Prince Charming
For on your knees you will be falling
To ask me Something,
Something very important for your heartling!
I am Sinful! And Corrupted!
I Have become Intoxicated!
All because of You!
My Sin thou art so True!
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