The Perfect Sin

Your taste is on my tongue,
And I know my nightmare has just begun.
The feel of you against my skin,
Every part of you is the perfect sin.

Your scent still clings to me,
Though you are far gone.
A blind euphoria I wish I could see,
A thing I'll crave all night long.

In my ear, I hear your voice say my name,
Ending the hope that this isn't just a game.
With torturous eyes out comes your call,
A plea to catch before you fall.

To give myself freely I wish I could do,
Deceit line your words so fine.
But I'm not sure if I could to you,
I find myself on the thin red line.

If I could take it back I just might,
Saving myself from this horrid fright.
Still I long for the feel of your lips,
Wherever you feel to let them dip.

The plea from your eyes is where I drown,
And should you ask, things for you I'd gladly drop.
I find myself dragged further down,
This picture we try so desperately to crop.

And so I tempted the laws of fate,
Happily taking what was set as bait.
Thus this will bring 'bout my demise,
Ripping apart my compromise.

The longing for the feel of your lips upon my skin,
The thoughts of such things are relative.
You simply are the perfect sin,
And to you I find myself vindictive.