Playing With Fire

I had the devil whispering “you’re longing for his lust.”

Yet, my heart ached louder to be honoured.

As much as I miss the sonance of his voice.

His undeniable magnetic ways with words.

I know there’s an Emperor even more enchanting.

I hope his voice to be bold, warm and sweet.

His words like magic and so is he.

It’s not easy to stop staring at a flame.

But darling, there’s no room for wavering in this type of certainty .