Artist: Unknown

Mistress of Sin
By: JoAnna Martin

Oh, mistress of sin am I
for I tempt thee creature of the night
to lay with me, at my side,
and gaze into the starry night.
I wrongly tempt you to be with me
although a mortal am I, merely.
I corrupt you, do you see?
I make you want me lustfully.
One taste of me, you’ll not be the same.
One moment of passion, you’ll go insane.
But I’ll be the only one to blame
for the longing I feel when you’re gone again.
My soul awaits you knowing
that the feverish feeling is flowing.
My lust for you is growing
and not an ounce of fear is showing.
Please, come to me, my sweet
as you do in my dreams
to fulfill the desire within me
that awakens in each fantasy.
I wish that you were mine,
if only for a short time.
Like a child, lost and blind,
I know not what you hold inside.
You come, your head filled with lust.
You want me too, I know you must.
I hope this dream won’t turn to dust
and fade away in a mysterious gust.
Before I can hold you.
Before I can touch you.
Before I have told you
how much I love you.


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