I wanted to use the symbolic term of "Playing with Fire" rather than writing about an actual fire.

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The way your hands feel on my skin,

Hot like fire and rough like sin.

I'm playing with fire, I know,

But I just want to see how far we can go.

I want to taste the divine,

and worship at your shrine.

Let me see the other side,

Withy my hazy eyes and pupils blown wide.

I crave where your shadow clings,

Craving the ruin your touch still brings.

One more flame, and then I'll be ash,

But I'd rather burn than let this pass.