FOR SINNING

Drunk from the wine and the vine of her ecstasy

I feel her passions pulling upon me

My need for her desire a fire that fuels me

And entices me to require her dependency…

I want her words to cry "more"

to me…

For her passion to be the cause of my fantasies…

Her ideas of me are trivial compared to my reality…

I am more than she could hope for

I could break her

And she'd want more

Her stimulation

For necessities

Her desire

And her batteries

Could not live up

To my capacity

I will make her

Turn from a girl

Into a woman

From what she was

To what she should've been

I'll teach her

That forgiven

Is not a state of mind

But a privilege!

I'll break her

And make her thank me

Because her end

Is my beginning

And when it's done

That first time

She'll thank the devil

For sinning