Acts of Sin

I hold out my hand: please take it.
Fake it if you have to, just for now,
Or I don't know how I'll cope.
There's no hope, no hope left,
I'm bereft; heart broken.
The Gods have spoken and I'm alone,
On my own with no one to hold me,
So, if you like what you see...
Hold me. Hold me tight for just a while
And I'll smile and tell you things you want to hear
Hold me near.

Hug me close against your skin.

Touch me softly, oh so tender,
And you will render me unresisting,
Incapable of resisting your urges,
Like binges and purges on my soul,
I give in.
Committing acts of sin.