You and your morals
get to me.

I thought maybe you would be softened
by my secretly seductive scent,
the way I work my curves,
how I voice your name.

I was wishing
your will might switch off that little song
which is telling you this is all wrong.

I hope that you fall back on me.
Just let yourself go,
Immerse in my sweet nothings,
as our noses rubbed gently.

Let me do everything to you
and leave regrets to tomorrow
leave guilt to old age.

But no.
you're Moral.

And that's what I love about you.