that curve in your nose
that kink in your brow
the crevices that so dent your cheeks
there you STILL are
with or where, there you are without a care
your face mocks me as i long to caress my lips near yours

your filthy mouth full of sin
that filthy mouth i long to be mine
sacred and holy
vile and filthy
I long to be one with you
even against my strongest morals