Seasons of Sin

You’re fresh, like a splash of cold water,

In the scorching summer heat.

You’re warm like a cup of hot chocolate,

A wintery night’s delicious treat.

You’re vibrant, like the leaves that had fallen,

In the autumn, from the trees.

You’re fragrant, like a floral garden in spring,

Whence come the humming of bees.

Your arms around me feel better,

Than his ring ‘round my finger.

You are that fallen angel,

Who’s turned me into a sinner.