Temptation is crawling slowly up her spine.
They meet; and first the cycle is vague.
She peaks with shivers of sensation.
Seed of sin and egg of ignorance,
The fertilization is set, and the growth begins
The walls of responsibility are slowly enclosing
Four to Three and Three to Two.
The guilt of it all has her feeling blue.
An embryo of consequence,
She wonders why she never took heed to the signs,
Distracted by her thoughts she told lie after lie.
In trouble is she,
As temptation did creep and she who succumbed to it.
With praying hands and kneeled knees she begs
To find a way over and through it,
Tears chasing her eyelids,
Depression playing a game of tag in her throat,
Pain has made love to her heart,
And giving up has persuaded her vote.
Stapled to her penalties,
She gives birth to her predicaments.
Seed of sin and egg of ignorance.