The lights are off.
It's time to play
A game called love
Instead of prayer.
The moon is in
Your mirror eyes.
It is a sin,
But not a vice.
I love the way
You feel the heat.
I'm on your brain.
I sow the seed.
You're Eve who tamed
The Eden snake.
May we be damned
And won't be back
To the garden
From which we are,
But we will burn
With Lucifer.
Let there be love
To make at night.
So take it off
And take a bite...