Impassioned Descent
Cunning seducer
Your presence beguiles
I taste your fever
My body complies
Good intentions die
Dare not touch me
For I shall fall
Where angels fly
And hell is nigh
Oh to taste
Faulted grace
Tempt me not
Too late
My fate
Flawed
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