Scenes playing out in the darkest parts of my vanity
Self serving enough I wonder in some great fantasy
Had become lost enough in you would lose too my sanity
Intrigued more than mystery I sought out your ecstasy
Resting my head peaceful in your cuddled humanity
You never left me disappointed with your sextasy
But when love devolved from beauty into mere profanity
I felt ashamed to have committed some great apostasy
Awash in the guilt of some strange crypto Christianity
Struggling for the right words to explain my hypostasy
I ran away as far I could from such slumgullian organity
For now, anyways, safe without any shameful hypocrisy