Confession in the moonlight

My knees will bleed from begging you this night
And body finds luxury in suffocation
The only thought that may cross my mind
Is you - the object of enslaving admiration

Your beauty hurts deeper than the sharpest knife
And each your word starts a war in me
Without a doubt, I'll trade my life,
For you to set my fallen soul free

Your godlike charm bewitched a pagan beast
Fugacious tenderness, this devious temptation...
I cannot... have no desire to resist
As you are my sin, my freedom, and salvation.