Dear Lord, they say I’m gonna reap what I sow,
Just because I hit it raw.
I know it was a bit *******,
But she left me no choice,
Spreading her legs and saying she saw trust in me,
So there was no need for protection, just a blind leap.

I was starving, craving more than just skin,
So I took my tool and strode right in—
Lord, it was too hot to pull out,
Like a bottle of gin, too intoxicating to doubt.
In that moment, I lost all control,
As my heart raced faster than the toll.

But now I sit with shadows of regret,
Wondering if this is a debt I’ll never forget.
Did I rush into a fire, burning bright?
Or was it passion, wrapped in the night?

Lord, my tool unleashed its venom inside,
And now I face the consequences of pride.
With each beat of my heart, the weight starts to grow,
I just hope to find peace in the seeds that I sow