It

I feel it
It's creeping up on me
The cold sweat of perversion
It tries to touch me there again
It tries to take my body
But not my heart
It only wants to stomp on my heart
But use my body
Not as a temple
But as a dirty fuck
As a disgusted act
Of something that should be sacred…
Though since this is it… it wants to use me
Use me for a fuck
Not even of bliss
Just as a fuck
A temptation of crime
A felony of my heart
But a superior deed in yours
Sick it is
It is ailing
It must stop