powerless sin within.

Your touch is like 1000 volts,
of electricity,
Coursing though my skin,

Makes no sense at all this mental state im in,

The slightest sensation,
forcing lust within,

Internal fires start burning,
In depth's beneath my skin,

Rushing though my vein's,
Infusing with my blood,
Luring you in,

Makes no sense at all this mental state of sin,

Burning flames increase in heat deep inside my crutch,
Worshipping your strong arms,
The slightest heavily touch,

Makes no sense this vulnerable state I'm in,

You render me powerless when you plug in,
Transfusion of energies,
A powerless win

Makes no sense to feel this grace,

Without having given in,
To the sin within.