Opening up invitingly,
With coaxing flames of Want,
Whispering in forbidden tones,
Threatening to haunt.
Each slipping second you're giving in,
Into arms of what is wrong,
Your senses burn, surrendering,
To the things that you have longed.
And slowly, but as sure as it can get,
It's capturing your soul,
While that incessant conscience tells you
to do what you are told.
When you step in and submit yourself,
You can't and won't be fine,
'Cause when you don't try to push them back,
They come back every time.
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