You tasted like sin-
cold, bitter alcohol
you bought with your fake ID
and stale cigarettes
you stole from your roommates.

We talked about God
and the Bible,
with your hands in
my unholy places.

In church,
they warn me about sin.
Ugly, vicious sin,
that'll tangle me up
and drag me straight to hell.

They don't warn me about sin
with thick, curly hair,
warm, soft skin,
and sleepy eyes
that look at me
like they've seen my soul.