And yet the fever burns
And I live with this ideal
Of eyes upon her flesh
Taking what is mine
I decry their foolish belief
"A lover should be hidden like a treasure"
They talk of duty when there only should be
Questions of pleasure
I toss their commandments asunder
"Thou shall not desire that thy wife is coveted"
Yet there is a painful joy
Take my hands, look in my eyes
Tell me you've taken another
I look up to her with ecstatic burning eyes
Like a martyr
Crawling on bloodied knees
I no longer separate the shame
From the pleasure it arouses
I no longer separate the shame
From the pleasure it arouses
What feeling could be more pure
Than betrayal by she who he loves?
Take my hands, look in my eyes
Tell me you've taken another
"And if I should give you that pleasure?" She asks
"And if I should give you that pleasure?"
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Do you know this joy
Of being betrayed and left like a dog?
Do you know this joy
Of being betrayed and left like a dog?