Wretched sin

Succulent fruit

You taste better with alcohol on your lips

We could watch the stars all night long

But you strip me of my innocence

With that slimy appendage

Your fingers police my skin

Cordon, then trespass me with your guile

And clasp my neck like a guillotine

Raid me, raid me

Suck the air out of my lungs

Suckle, suckle and caress me

You know how to get what you want

And what I want

Undressing my flesh

So you can riddle my beating heart

With lacerations

And then leave