purity

your purity won't save you,

from hellish lust and greed,

from the corruption engorging soft hands,

the ones that wander to your heart.

a vulture with the wings of an angel,

soaring to the moon,

a seemingly promising visit,

without heeding, i loved you.

the first light of dawn shows what the night hid away.

you are desperate and ungrateful,

passionately dressed in the ink of my sin,

my purity decayed at the tips of your sultry fingers.

the same hands that reach for my heart,

are the same ones that reach for my pants,

the touch is unbearable and intimate,

you asked me as if i had a choice.