Lying beside him
Blurred by the constant motion
I looked into the eyes of the magic man
With a forbidden notion
He stood

Feelings of regret
Easily seen through his reaction
The air quickly filled
With a sense of dissatisfaction

I should have seen it coming
Not knowing how I measured
In spite of his spell
My vision was clouded by immoral pleasures

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