My Sin

Late last night, when the sky was bright With the silver gleam of the moon and the starlight, I sat and asked my Soul Of what Sin am I old? Am I Lust, Anger, Greed, Envy, Materialist or just Jealous? As I wondered with my Heart so Pious Eureka! came the answer I have no Sin Other than you, Great Ancienter! You make me Madder You make me Cater For all the wordly Sins So devoted to you I am, My Assassin! You make me Breathless You make me Senseless Even if you make me Lustful You make me not an Actress For my attraction for your absoluteness Is not an Acting It is the Meaning Of my ZigZagging Since the beginning of my Dawning! When will you Dare To make me Queen of your Lair Where I will not pull your Hair But will tempt you with my Stare When will you become Crazy? Just like my boggling Insanity To satisfy my great Envy Of wanting your Lap so Cozy? To be Kissed, when I will be Missed Will make you into a Prince Charming For on your knees you will be falling To ask me Something, Something very important for your heartling! I am Sinful! And Corrupted! I Have become Intoxicated! All because of You! My Sin thou art so True!