Confessions Of A Sinflower

When i touch the flower, the flower of sin

It is hunger i feel, when i let myself in

So starving and warm, all wet when i lust

The flower compelled, ready to touch

My fingers they wander, my body it yearns

My body it trembles, my inside it burns

My fingers explore, all over my skin

My body it burns, from the outside and in

When i touch the flower, the flower of sin

I let my soul burst, when i let myself in

I stroke and caress, i open up wide

I devour the icons, with my fingers inside

My breathing redoubles, my body it heaves

My fingers move faster, to please and relieve

I accept and receive, my pleasures inside

My flesh is in flames, my sex is alive

My fingers explore, all over my skin

My body it burns, from the outside and in