Truth is I’m dishonest,
Words I can’t say I write,
Of the one I’m fondest.
My smile at night,
And every morning release,
All from feelings you ignite.
Tranquility and peace,
Disturbed by your presence,
My addiction, never cease.
Your essence,
In my soul,
Searching for penance.
Absolve me of control,
Take it with your lips,
In part or in whole.
A total eclipse,
Pleasure over pain,
Follows your leathered whips.
Cool metallic chain,
Not a means to subdue,
Still, I writhe in vain.
Desire marred in hue.
Truth is I breathe you.
