i, the angel, am tempted by the devil. i don't know how i can hold back any longer: you can know people aren't good for you but at the same time you can't help but give into them.
like a moth
attracted to the flames,
my instincts betray me
and pulls me into
your charm and deceptions.
you're horribly
seductive, slowly
but surely pulling
me by my strings
so that i may have
a taste of the words
you wish to do to me.
you promise
me all these gifts,
the ones I know
will momentarily
bring pleasure,
and my entire body
has to resist them
knowing that I'd
happily accept them
with both hands
and a sweet thank you.
i am begging you,
let me sit atop this
little heaven for if
you entice me any longer,
I'll fall from grace and sin for you.
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