In these times, passion hath [bad word] 
More than any spirit, haunted or divine
Flesh hath [bad word] the image
And our lust as the sacrament of it all

To feel lust for, for her innocence
Loins hurt for lust denied
Just by the thought of her
Betrayal in my eyes
Just by the sight of her
 [bad word] drown him
With your naked skin
First to my God
Then into your grace

The more you want her
More dismay more slander
She will be [bad word] for your desires
The seven sacraments
Of pleasures of the flesh

 [bad word] to me
Who is this woman?
Please touch me, deity of lust

Oh, kiss me, she is your god
Just lay with me, she is everyone