a taste of passion is my crime, a feel of need is my obession, and a feel of want is my need,

a bid of erotic, is the pleasure i seek, and the lust in my soul is the oath i take, my crime

it is the crime of warmth in my bed moving in, sinking , sending me into the cruel torcher of his arms, my possesion,

my core, my depth, my desire's, and my blanket grant's me the crush of your body on my mine, my crime is my obession of you on my mind,

a crime, is you not in my bed, and my sentence is you beneath my skin, my torment that crawls, keeping me awake, your manhood is my crime,