Hush my dear and don’t say a word;
I’ve read all your thoughts, the taboo and absurd.
You’re a play thing of lust, a slave to addiction;
And I know all you seek is a fix laced with fiction.
Deny if you will, but your eyes tell it all;
When obsession takes over it’s me that you’ll call.
And I will deliver, this thing that you need;
Without judgment or guilt will I give unto thee.
And your gift will come sealed with a smile and a kiss;
In exchange for an item you won’t even miss.
After all what’s a soul when compared to the feel;
Of the pleasure you’ll get as a part of our deal.
So bring on the cure to your forbidden ache;
Let sin be the path of which you shall take.
The fruit you desire is yours if you wish;
All I need is your signature in return for such bliss.