If What I Do

If what I do is evil,
So be it, I’m damned.
For the feelings I get and give,
Are none but mine, through my hands.
If what I do is sacrilegious,
So be it, I’m judged.
For nothing hardens my resolve,
Than being her slave knelt in her cuffs.
If what I do is profane,
So be it, I’m fucked.
For I’ll not change an iota from now,
I’m me, bound I’ll not budge.