You Call Me

Family, you call me, though we are not of kin,
Whilst you taunt me with the words you will only pray,
Yearning that I claim you. Want you. Learn what it is to sin.

You beckon me, siren. My beacon, calling me to begin
An existence that is all sensual, physical, carnal; still you say,
Family. You call me; though we are not of kin.

The urge you stir in me ignites from deep within.
No matter where I am, you call me, night, and day,
Yearning that I claim you. Want you. Learn what it is to sin.

You...