Haven't written for years. I'll take it as a very good sign that my creativity has come back, it's like I've got a soul again.
Very much out of practice.
I'm swaying, longing for your touch,
I'm straying, wanting it so much.
I'm praying, hoping to burn in hell,
Obeying your command, under your spell.
Smiting my resolve, my will breaks in,
Biting my lip, you start our night of sin,
Lighting my desire, boundaries are broken,
Igniting the taboo, our bodies just awoken.
So daring, your fingers are tonight!
Declaring, seeking to delight,
Uncaring of convictions of tomorrow,
Ensnaring my passion to overflow.
Such carnality, my heart jumps out my chest,
My banality is lost in the passion of excess,
The finality approaches and I silently give up the fight,
And reality departs as I approach that sweet white light...
