Sweet Sin

let’s not get carried away with my cache of failings and unbless’ed idioscyncrasies the brain mysterious, untouchable mazed, unreadable the heart lethal, more ingenious blowing smoke, big guns bang, bang love bang bang, love I’ll cover your skin like soft, warm cashmere kissing the inbetweens moments of sweet seduction hypnotised, I’ll take your swelling soul in bang, bang love I’m a gangsta, Sweet Sin, Love is a libertine Candide Diderot. ‘24 Sweet Sin. Love. Libertine.