so late into the darkness of the night
your silhouette slowly creeps into my sight
I anticipate your forbidden touch
just one sin is never enough
so late into the stillness of the night
my cold flesh longs for your fiery bite
eat all you can of this forbidden fruit
the moment is here
who cares if we look cute
you are my amazon and I am impatient
we are a demonic dementia of "god's creation"