Fudge, fudge, fudge.

Fudge, fudge, fudge.
What is wrong with me?
What abnormality did I possess?
To feel so obsessed
To the feeling of your warm caress
Sliding from my head to chest
Followed by a hit to my lustful urges.
It should have stopped.
Yet I craved for more, harder that ever.
I wanted the hug of that black leather.
And the swift steps of your sole,
Over my bare red skin,
Hot as burning coals
I wanted that velvet kiss,
Mark my ego and end like this.