Disgusted with the familiar feeling

I bite my lower lip

My eyes trace the curve of her hips

Up and down her golden tattooed flesh

Closing my eyes

I pray for absolution

I know will never come

My heart races as we shake hands

Her slim smooth fingers

Woven around my coarse skin

Sunday morning, I go to church

"Lead me not into temptation"

I pray on bended knee and folded hands

Following her home

I snatch her in the dead of night

She will satisfy my unnatural urges

I will cut and slice

Take from her

Enough to keep the monster calm

Till temptation comes again