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With her eyes, she steals my soul.
With her touch I am torn from body and spirit.
She speaks to me and I only hear angel sing.
A sin to press to body to her,
a sin to feel her heart beating in her lovely chest.
If I reach out to cup her face,
if I move closer to taste her skin,
will I be saved?
Hell burns hot for the sinners with in.
She drunks of my innocents and I of her wisdom.
Fair skin, fair heart.
With the devil lurking deep.
I give myself to lady of pleasure.