I see you
like a wild flower,
Dancing in the
tempests
of my desire.
I see you
from the prison,
Of my sanity
shackled
in my reason.
I dread to sin
yet crave it more,
As your summer
melts all fear
from my core.
Oh let me lose
to you once more,
Like moths burn
in fires that
they so adore.
© Arindam Dey
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