In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A figure beckons, night's sweet sway,
Lust personified, a siren's guise,
Whispers sweet nothings, a tempting surprise.

With eyes aglow, like embers bright,
She draws him in, a moth to her light,
He tries to resist, to turn away,
But she ensnares him, night's sweet decay.

Her touch ignites, a burning fire,
Melting resolve, his heart's desire,
He yearns to flee, to break the spell,
But she entwines him, a seductive knell.

With every step, he falls deeper still,
Into...