A wrapping of my soul around his finger
A crooking of said finger sweetened linger
My wound a sole exposure to his sun
My temptress winding up and never done

He pulls me towards his feet and to his knee
He makes me want to grind and beg and plead
I creep into the deepest skelter welt remiss
I call out in the darkness a seeping twist

His way of crawling in and through my skin
His tapping fingers make me linger sins
We surge and purge and see beyond the bliss
We understand and court the ever risk