Fascinating angel got me caught up in her longing for lust, can't explain the reasons for my betrayal, guess I'm just a man you can't trust. No other reasons for my own actions.... I guess that's what makes me human. Wanting and seeing things, not real sure I'm proud of, but seeing her lay there all silent and sweet, a taste I just can't get rid of. My mind's own appetite keeps taunting me, just want her touch. No excuses that I can make will surly be enough. Darkness is fading and light is approaching but I still can't get enough. What am I to do, caught in Satan's web and I don't think I can bust. Pleasure or pain, it really doesn't matter, just as long as she feels me up. I wait here cautiously till the time comes when I can tell she appreciates what I anticipate. Longing for something that I've been waiting for since the day I was born. She has this hold on me and I'm feeling torn between my own judgment of what's right and what's wrong. But the things I see, are they really real or is it my own fantasy. Caught up in my own deception of forgotten lust, hidden beneath my own desires that drowns me slowly, raising my hand as if someone will save me from these shark-infested waters; all I see are mirror images of me, which scares me more than my own judgment. What will she do when she wakes up and takes a look at me for the first time, and what will she see when she looks into me, will she see me for who I am, or the man I'm wanting to be.