S I N

S I N is wah she feeds me . Sublte bites from the apple I take... more and more she becomes the seducer to my eyes.. I like .. See im strong so I dnt budge physically. I keep my cool buh in my mind I wonder delicouos thoughts I crave... .. Tatse of bitter sweet na.. Juss sweet.. Sweet as mango maybe pinaple ..mayb a combination of both.. Sin is my addiction.. Buh if I continue to feed will it be my fall.. Wah if I give in to the temptation could sin handle the thrust of me. The being of thee cus I be more than its use to never suducted such a strong force ..I wonder