Jesus in Me

I inhale slowly and bite my lip
Master of my Domain
Master of your delicious game
I bite my lip, but you part yours
Drawing me to you on your warm breath

You unwittingly taunt danger
I cannot remain rooted in someone else's morals for long
I have already leapt from the couch
Changed the Steely Dan to something less provocative
But you persist in this temptation

I fear that once I submit
I will plunder you
Suck you dry
As dry and limp as paper

And how I will pity myself
All that wholesome goodness gone to nothing

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