My Dearest Sin

When I sit alone inside my room
I can always feel him coming through.
His smile is an empty promise
too tempting, too temporary -not to tire-

His hands pull me away from my desk.
His heart enamors my weary mind,
I know his intentions and he knows mine.
They are of opposite, mirroring ethics.

I've followed every rule I was ever given.
I've done everything exactly as told.
But now he turns to me with such a gleam,
so sweetly sinister, so soft and safe.

I stand up slowly and walk back to my desk
And pick up my pencil, with paper in place.
Finally, I've won-my love, my only-
My Dear Procrastination, I've finally won.