How I long             
                   to trust you.   
How I long             
                   to touch you.                          
                                     And let my fingers                                            
                                                                  wallow upon
                                                               your sensuous chest.                           
                                     And lay down                                  
                                                    my weary head                                  
                                                    upon your breast,                                                   
                                                                             for warmth,                                                     
                                                                             and for rest.                                                       
                                                                                    For rest.    
How I long          
               to rest.   
How I long          
                  to rest.                   

                             But I cannot,                      
                                    I cannot yet.    

There is something                     
                          about you,            
          something sharp                      
                              and vindictive                                    
                                                   that I am yet                                                 
                                                                     to understand,                                                 
                                                                     and to accept.            
          Something venomous                              
                                             to the touch,                      
                            dark even,                      
                                           that makes me                                              
                            the very nature                                     
                                                  of you,                                            
                                                        and tests                                                  
                                                             my very faith in you.                                                
                                                             My very faith.            
And I cannot ignore this,            
And I cannot forget.
        I cannot forget.              

There is an addictive quality                                          
                                            to being
                                                      around you,                                         
                                            to looking                                                    
                                                        at you,                                         
                                            to praying towards you,                        
                 that I must                                    
                                          I cannot resist,                                         
                                          I cannot resist.    

And although,                
                         in time,                        
                                      I have learned                                      
                                                              to conceal it well,                        
                                      I am,                             
                                              in truth,                                      
                                                           by the fire                                                 
                                                                           of your hell.    

And how often                
                    I am tempted                            
                                       to break out                                        
                                                        of my shell                                                  
                                                                        to embrace you.                                                    

                                                                        To embrace you.