You Came In So Late It Was Morning


Who wakes me while I'm sleeping,


Mixed innocence and bliss?


I feel night's fingers creeping


And smile before the kiss.


You press your weapons in me,


Softly asking for a buck;


I give you all my money


And then you want to fuck!


Undress her, gropes my flaming mind,


Words as black as skin;


"Yes, Sir?" pumps your bare behind.


"Fill her up with sin."