The seed of the fruit
Was watered with sin
Serpents and cunning words
Fed to you
With a silver spoon
Gluttony took over
Lust became a dialect
We spoke in tongues
I whispered my name
To the soft flesh
Of your neck
And you spoke it back to me
Sin as your accent
My caress as your penance
I fed you my fruit
And the gates of hades
Opened for you
And you
Walked in
