It's a vibrancy in the air,
a smoldering stare,
a current through my frame,
something I cannot explain,
something I cannot contain,
a moan escapes my lips.
My ability to disagree slips.
A mist on my figure,
the body of a sinner.
His fingers' on the trigger.
Shoot me!
I'll lay here in peace,
enough of the tease,
press release.