It tempts you with passion and lust
Makes you crave flesh more than trust
You feel it each and every day
Heat so strong you never want it to go away
We all feel it, you know it's true
Deny it if you must, but it will eat away at you
Inside your thoughts it will grow
Beckoning with the soft sensual whispers that you know
Pleasure abound, but we think of it as wrong
A feeling so weak, yet so very strong
You will crave it over and over again
Perhaps that is why we call it sin