"In these times, passion hath become more than any spirit, haunted or divine;

 flesh hath become the image; and our lust as the sacrament of it all..." 



To feel lust for 

For her innocence 

Loins hurt for lust denied 

Just by the thought of her 

Betrayal in my eyes 

Just by the sight of her 



Come drown him with your naked skin 

First to my god then into your grace 



The more you want her 

More dismay more slander 

She will be crucified 

For your desires 

The seven sacraments 

Of pleasures of the flesh 



Oh come to me 

-Who is this woman 

Please touch me 

-Deity of lust 



Oh, kiss me 

-She is your god 

Just lay with me 

-She is everyone