Fingertips draw scripture on my skin like a prayer, 
Peeling away confessions layer by layer. 
Listening to my sweet sounds like a hymn, 
Oh dear Lord, I know I’m about to sin.

The choir sings in the distance, 
How easily I lose my resistance. 
Your voice like a celestial sound,
As you take me gracefully to the ground.

Singing of how they have found the light,
All I want is you within the shadows tonight. 
Passion swells as your lips meet my neck,
Melting my holiest defences into a wreck.

Stained-glass glistening on sweat like a rainbow,
Each touch stripping more of my halo.
Lack of silence, steadily steals my salacious confession,
While you perform a ravenous resurrection.

Tension rises as I enjoy the forbidden fruit,
My incoming climax is absolute. 
As I grasp for you my unholy salvation, 
I know that wine led to my delicious damnation.