Like a moth to the flame,
He walks into her embrace.
Nothing else existed in that space.
Sensing security radiate from her body,
He is reminded of something bawdy.
Here, there is no passion,
Nothing like a love connection.
Just a desire for physical contact,
To keep his sanity intact.
He has no reason to adore her,
Yet he feels attraction for her,
Like a moth to the flame.
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