sorbet of sin

she makes me vulgar. may be, i ain't no saint

to her, my heart's vulture, 

& its hunger's much acquaint 

my hands roam upon her body. i hold her tight, & wait to paint

she's good daughter of bad daddy. 

with her mommy once i'd feint.

whatever she wears on nights,

i tear 'em all lika scarp of ol' papers'

nothing can she hide

i roll her down 'on bed like a wrapper;

then... lock her lips, & block her tight

i paint her body, & discolor her life

she sigh aye scream & clutches sheets, bites

i mark her spirit & take her to heights

cause... 

she makes me vulgar. i know, i ain't no saint

to her, my heart's vulture, 

& its hunger's much acquaint 

my hands roam upon her body. i hold her tight, & wait to paint

she's good daughter of bad daddy. 

& with her mommy once i'd feint

we'd drink the sorbet of wine

& please each other till morning-light,

such a sinful sinister witch was she;

had me completely outta breath all night

& on nights...

whatever she worn on nights,

i torn 'em all lika scarp of ol' papers'

nothing could she hide

i'd roll her down 'on bed like a wrapper;

then... lock her lips, & block her tight

i'd paint her body, & discolor her life

she sighed aye scream & clutched sheets, bites

i'd mark her spirit & take her to longed-heights

i torn her clothes. & she'd scratch mine. 

sorbet of sin we shared... 

but in the name of "white" wine.