Catholic boy with the perfectly trimmed fingernails, I want you to put me in positions that will test your faith. I want to sink my teeth in your morals much like yours can sink in my flesh. I want to hear you whisper in my ear with the fervour you don while reciting your Hail Marys. I want to be the reason for your oral fixation. My name has two syllables, you will recite them when you have been bad. Your innocence is a disguise I want to unravel. Speaking of unraveling, I have a few items of clothing for you to attend to. You will worship at the altar that is my body like you attend mass. I will be the reason you proclaim “forgive me father, for I have sinned.”
I am pleasure wrapped in sin, I am here to corrupt you.