Kept in high regard for the morality
Of the entire situation we had at hand;
Having left all of it at the doorstep
Of a house that we will curse with our sin tonight.
There is no scurrying around like mice
We stand tall in our defiance of our lie.
Placing sheets down to make passionate love
Like we have no care in the world.
Touching parts of me I had forgotten about,
We stop at nothing to fulfill our desires.
Though we’ve never touched
I hear this
In his voice.