Sinfully Perfect

Pressure points drilling in. 
Pressure always makes me sin. 
Sinfully perfect in every way. 
Sinfully perfect in my own despair. 

drinking the flames
I Pass through the fire
Spewing a raptures inferno – 
from within. 

fire howls atop ma pale skin. 

I see it within your glistening pools 
that sinful desire – ignited, needed. 
Press it again – make me sin 
ride this fire deep within. 

Growling further into my own despair 
Diving headlong into my own hell – 
divine hands couldn’t save me now. 
Pressure always makes me sin. 

Let crimson flames roar. 
Let my sin – make you sin. 
Ride this fire deep within – await 
the rapturous inferno when I’m within. 

Sinfully perfect in every way, 
I’d not ask for it any other way. 
Pressure always makes me sin, 
and I beg you now - press it again.