Demure, you come to me;
With virginal hesitation,
You set aside your grace
You're made imperfect
In between my sheets,
Corrupted by my heavy gaze.
As our flesh becomes united
You are torn asunder,
To illuminate my darkest chasms
And render my soul anew.
Pure and clean I emerge
From the church of your arms
As you lie destitute in my Hell.
You break yourself each night
For my salvation.
Your sin, my holiest sacrament,
Your body and blood make me whole.