It seems you can't resist,
Whenever I do insist,
Although it seems so mean
to make you feel unclean.
Just because of your desire
Consummating you with fire,
And I know I should be quiet
But instead I cause a riot
To your senses, to your brain,
Making you go mad, insane.
Yet I know this sweet torment
Is what you want to feel content.
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