the gates to heaven
led me to sin
they gave me pleasure
bestowed by the devil
a pedal, on a quiet lake
or the caress of your inflaming touch
upon my neck, your kiss still lingers
the bruises on my back
alters to be your love bites
change as a whole & half
but stay the same altogether
if I were one-year younger
I wouldn't understand
why it's so deranged when
I saw those words come out the gates