Temptation by Madalina Schiopu
Right about now, it feels so appealing
To turn the other cheek, let you back in.
Drop inhibition, commit the deadly sin.
Touch too much, your name to scream.
But I remember, in the mornings you go.
Passion dies left alone in the afterglow.
There is only chaos now, soul in disorder.
Pain of this bruise was only temporary.
Worst is unrequited love, heavy to carry.