When you pay for your Sugar Daddy
You’re walking on clouds
You unwrap it slowly
And wade through the crowds
Holding up your prize proudly
And cram it into your face
There’s no savoring heaven
What’s eternal disgrace?

The sticky ecstasy
Trapped on the roof of your mouth
This happiness must be sin
And indulgence, no doubt
The glare of the sun is turned at your back
But you sprint through the streets
Unaware of your offense
The empty wrapper skitters at your feet

Surely God forgives such innocence