As wrong as deceit, lust has conquered me.
The feeling of guilt in this dishonest
Act of sin, it can feel euphorically.
I, the mistress, feels shame and the blackest.
Ugly, wrong, but yet so perfectly wrong.
The forbidden lover that will never be
Entirely mine, but we have our song.
No one knows the truth except you and me.
As we lay between these sheets every day,
With lies and fiction invading our truth,
Shall I compare this to a sunny day,
The sun illuminates my scheming youth.
He and I warped into feelings of lust,
But the stains of immoral is unjust.