Oh sly sweet sugar of a man
you make me feel at ease.

I find it in you,
comfort,
with a cross on your neck.
I never thought
you'd be in the church
because you're delectably *****
and taste of pure sin

You're so nice
and quaint
but bubbling
beneath
is a beast of a man
a rough brute of a boy

Oh sly sweet sugar of a man
you make me feel at ease