Your lips against mine touched me so softly
And still it set every part of me on fire.
To set my soul free was in turn so costly
You lifted me up to the Heavens to lay me down on a pyre.
What a tragic end from the very beginning,
How well we avoid the truth we are seeking.
What felt so pure was truthfully sinning
Buried beneath the passionate words you were speaking.
What was, what is, what may never be...
How twisted we become when we circle this alone.
Then you spun me around until I was free,
Whispered lies in my ear until my light shone.
Yet I knew what you were, being consumed in my burning,
Willingly I awoke to let you lead me in sin.
So I am more to blame than your ignorant yearning.
Even more to blame that it was all to let this truth in.
I do not regret it, I will do it again.
To know the truth of my soul I will walk across fire.
And since I haven't let go of what's already been,
I will again give in to our insatiable desire.
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