Moth...flame
Passion, lust, fire...
Devoured
Old as time attraction
Still dangerous
Still can't handle your kind of love - less prepared than I thought
Moth to flame
Consume me...please
Make me forget - shut my eyes
All-encompassing
Bewitching...
You in me - mesmerizing
But I'm back now
None of it was real
Can this love heal me?
But you're not there yet...
Until we dance again & you singe my wings
I'm flightless - basking in the afterglow of consumption
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