When you look at me
Like really look at me
I can feel the hooks sink in
And I want you to feel
The way you make me
Face dissolution
Forgive this trespass of thought
But you've infected me with an itch
That I throb to fucking scratch
Purity or not, it's like you want
To taste defilement
Look what you've turned me into
My mind is now a slave to my body
Please forgive these debased desires
But I have a feeling that it's fuel to your fire
I am the monster you have birthed
Stop playing pretŠµnd and squirm
Accept this salacious transition
Succumb to succulent submission