Blood pulsing, fast and slow.
The glow of your skin, it's making me wonder
How can life be so miserably sweet--
As Shakespeare's Romeo said
"Give me my sin again"
Divine is us, you once sang
Pleasure is a taste or so of your lips.
An issue of fire burning my soul
Followed by the light from your eyes.
If I could die now,
Don't stop me from falling.
No word is needed
Just give me my sin again.