Playing With Fire

It's a good thing fire is my favorite element,
because I can't stop playing with it.
It's being made evident
that I'm obsessed with it.
He makes it so easy
to stray from the path.
I just agree
and risk the wrath
of my friends;
of my family.
These feelings he sends
just add a twist to my story.
The shivers I get
when he touches me
I should regret
but it just can't be.
I'm playing with fire,
and I don't want to stop.

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