Left to burn is my fate, in turn,
to walk in forever regret.
Does future withhold, this story untold,
that fate never sweetly let?
Will a nightly dream be all that will gleam
o'er this forbidden love affair?
Or will sane minds be but what He finds
worthy of a Heaven's share?
Am I left to defeat or cowardly retreat
to an indulgence, or a lie?
Or does my Will find me, but still,
the apple of his eye?

Oh, what I've gotten used to
Oh, what I've grown accustomed to.
A pounce, a snare
engaged from nowhere.
This evening you toyed my mind
and left the “**" behind.
A seduction, rare, yet true.
A tease you seldom do.
A touch became a ******.
An innocent glance may just
bring what's due to me;
What I but rarely see.
I thought you, but a man.
Just a beast who only can
tackle the bait it's sought;
spend the dowry bought.
You gave me reason to step back
Admit there is no lack
Sing a welcomed song
in knowing you proved me wrong.

There exists a haven embedded beneath
the oracle of truth's thickened sheath.
It flows with sins and indulgences fair,
not begrudging a sinner in finding them there.
Resistance is futile, overzealousness fine
caging the instincts and learers if mine.
Yet the haven's dwelling is not far from nigh
ignoring the guilty contemptuous cry
of temptations searching an outworldly path
leading directly forward to Omnipotent wrath