24 - Latin Hymn

Tug at my roman collar, maverick.
Pull my wretched neck chain closer to you.
Kneel at Cupids altar, little catholic.
Mi amor, worship me where sins withdrew.  

Venus’ body in this ash-lit hue
Or are you Eve, drawn to the fatal fruit?
The devil himself leads you to taboo,
Or Bachus’ ichor stems disrepute.  

Sueda bless my tongue, tell me, how’s it taste?
Kiss Adam, my Volupta, give in to grace.