My mother always told me to be
innocent to get into heaven.
She never told me to avoid the ****
with the wicked smile
And the evilly delicious eyes.
She told me to desire a Godly man
but never warned me of
The boy with burning fingertips that
left ashes of lust behind.
She informed me to never lose trust
in God,
And I didn't; Praying for God to
grant me a
Perfectly sinful boy, with crisp blue
eyes and a decadent smile;
One to kiss away the pain.
Then God gave me you.