Secretive sin;

This sin, this secret,
I wear it on my neck.

Why aren't you here?

I need you, I want you,
I've been told It's a sin.

I fear you parting.
I won't be parting.

Your aroma, that embrace;
drop me off on the next street if you must.

You've been engraved.

Your sin is a secret,
my sin is outspoken darling.

Treat me like a doll,
you will remain.