Red Sin Under Mistletoe

We said no gifts this year, but you showed up in red.

One look at you, every promise I said just fled.

Your sin on my sweater, that's my favorite sin. Under mistletoe moments,

we both give in. I was trying to stay pure, but you test

my faith. You smile like Sunday, but move like Saturday.

Every text from you feel like temptation. Every hug feel like revelation.

You talk heaven, but your lips speak flesh. We pray after passion and we

call it bliss. I can't lie, I'm caught in your light and your shade.