If Erotica is heaven, I can't tell
because if I masturbate
I must send my right arm to hell
I enter the hymen like the pearly gate
So pleasant, cloudy, and wet
I pray my hardness won't go down
The pleasure as my Lord and savior we've met
I make it snow as white as my gown
What was my purpose in the world inside this girl
When I enjoyed her too much, I had to repent
Her forbidden fruit, I took a swirl
Should have known she was demon sent
Turned me on, she told me I'm Satan, get thee behind
I'm slipping and sliding deep in her grave
She has a better place and other plans for me to find
My life of temptation, she might can save
Flesh is my weakness and my worst sin
I begged and plead for her to forgive
She said, how could she, when I do it over again
If I submit one last time, I may not live
© 2008, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.
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