I am the moth, you are the flame. I am blinded in the darkness, Surronded by the cold. I am fragile, weak and fleeting. I am the moth.
You are the flame. You burn bright and true, Chasing away shadows with your light. You draw me closer and closer, Enticing me with the heat you exude.
I am the moth intoxicated by the flame. You are forbidden, yet irristable. The fire is seductive, untameable, and wild. My desires are undeniable. But to touch is to be burned.