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In the game of seduction, I admit,
that I love to tempt your subtle mind,
until, unable to control you, I admit,
You fall yielding to my cunning and profile.
With wiles of a mischievous mind,
I weave threads in your thoughts,
provoking in you a sweet certainty,
that you will fall under my breathless spell.
Between letters and whispers, desire burns,
like a dancing flame in the dark,
and in that game where the soul is inebriated,
we lose ourselves in merciless passion.
To tempt your mind is my greatest delight,
for in its labyrinth I find my longing,
surrendered to pleasure, in this combat,
our senses merge in a flash.