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You tempt me, you provoke me
with whispers that the wind evokes,
in each glance an eternal fire,
an embrace that unfolds winter.
You make me fall into temptation,
envelops me in sweet illusions,
like a shadow dancing on the moon,
his presence is my only fortune.
It makes me sin without remedy,
like a river that rushes through the wood,
his laughter is a song, an incantation,
that traps me, makes me safe.
I can't help it now,
its essence is magnetism and anxiety,
a sigh that steals my calm,
a spark that burns the soul.