You are my worst habit, leaving me with no inhibitions.
A dangerous desire living with dark intentions.
You are my scariest dream and wettest nightmare.
A tantalizing terror creeping over without a care.
You are my mountain to climb, my bridge to burn.
A goal worth dying and killing for, a taste to earn.
Your body is a wasteland of decadence and sweet sin.
A world with a winding grinding wind, losing everything to win.
With filthy eyes and a vile heart I'll cherish the ***** vision I saw.
You stripped of everything, vulnerable, beautiful, raw.
You are my worst habit, something I want to bend over.
Like biting lips, and frisky fingers, you're my best bad luck, my three leaf clover.