Innocence lost
Like a moth to a flame
I burn, you yearn
And try to disclaim
Boundaries crossed
With naught but a line
This beast, unleashed
Pours fire for wine
Drunk on desire
Addicting, this mix
My dose, come close
For you are my fix
Tiptoe, high-wire
The fall will be hard
Too late, it’s fate
We’ve let down our guard
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