Your lips to mine

My fingers to your touch

Stroking nether regions

Wanting you too much

I taste the need

In the way you please

Blossom of the seed

Born from sexual tease

Flesh to the bone

I bare my secrets

Only a comrade in sin

Would condone

My need in you

Your need in mine

Filling each other

Past the usual grind

Passion became privilege

Love past expectation

Jealousy destroyed

Any real reconciliation

Still, we drowned

In sodden passion...

Despite the past

Despite ourselves

Despite our partners

Despite our enmity

And our culpability

In commiting

Crimes of passion

Acts of hatred

Disguised as love

Crimes of passion

Fit us like a glove

Now, even when

We are done

I still remember

You were the one

Helping me commit

Crimes of passion

Acts of hatred

Disguised as love

Crimes of passion

Fit us like a glove