I wear sin like a second skin.
You bite your tongue, but still give in.

I taste like ruin of sins within
Piece by piece—one sip, then you'd forget where I begin.

People preach, say I’m unclean
Their fingers burn when I peep on the screen.

I let them beg, kiss their throats.
Triple the layers of my rouge coats.

Your vows collapse,
you’re down on my lap.
You want me? Say it raw!
Stare in awe—at the grip of my claws.

Choke on my name, then come back for more.
You hate what you crave. I'm always an open door
of the sweet strokes you dream and adore,
a wound dressed in gold and aches to the core.

Faithful as you pray, but you pray in my bed,
calling me ‘*****’ while I cradle your head.
Over and over, your soul would shred
Over the devouring of me as your daily bread.