Enmeshed

To be enmeshed with him,
I always wanted to be her.
While he did make me a sinner,
He also made me a believer.

We were wild and we were primal,
A hunger never satiated.
The way that I craved him…
You’d think me emaciated.

He and I,
We were explosive.
Color me the crime,
And he the motive.

We were a scandal,
And I loved being his sin.
Yet no god could stop it,
This damned religion.