I try to tell it to stay away sometimes,
And for a while It will listen.
Appalled at my behavior to be kind,
Listen to reason,
Try and see the other’s person’s growing season,
IT wants nothing to do with me.
But there are weeks when it comes back.
Past midnight IT whispers in my ear tempting me with sin and delight!
How I bite my lip and withhold my moans for fear of IT noticing and my thoughts take flight.
I try to-
I just need-
Force these positive thoughts in and-
Est-ce que ca me tuerait de vivre une nuit de depravation?
IT walks toward me bed,
hovering over my face.
I can smell the sweet scent of his breath and the allure of-
No one can know.
This secret I hold dear.
Else I won’t be seen how I should be.
Instead they’ll only know of what became of me.