It slips in like a silent sin
Pretending to hold the power
Desire rises on ill-forgotten promises

And I am no more than a number
Lined across your bed
Forgive me if you lost count
I’ll beg your pardon in my dismount

Your sweet words did not gain you consent 
In a world where the illusion is greater 
Than the mass I am 
Take my first time 
In a slow offense 

In my defense 
My last is mine to give