If he is a sin
Then I am a sinner
Ready to let the flames devour my tainted flesh
To rip away all impurities given to me
During the fastest closed-door sessions  
Each beat of his heart adding moments of endless torment
But I will gladly endure the pain
To trade it all for his pleasure
Ever waiting to be thrown once more
Pressed down into the sheets of lust
The oxygen leaving my lungs to be refilled with pain from the palm
Pain which stings so innocently
I know that if I look into that soul
Down deep into the darkest depths
There is where I serve my sentence