Dark love, a twisted game.
Full of passion, full of pain.

A love that burns like Hell's fire..
Yet consumes with its pure desire.

It was a love that was dark and deep,
addictive and intense, so hard to keep.

With whispers of seduction and allure,
it left me wanting, always craving more.

His eyes were dark, his touch so cold,
yet my heart was his, my desire bold.

His words were like honey, so sweet to hear,
as he pulled me deeper, with every subtle leer.

His love was a drug and I was hooked from the start.
For his dark embrace, I gave my heart.

I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn't resist.
The hold he had on me, was beyond any twist.

With each word and each story, my passion grew.
I knew, without him, I'd never pull through.

He was my addiction, my dark desire...
that kept me burning, with a scorching fire.

But I knew, it was a love that could never last,
for love like ours, had shadows that could never be cast.

Yet still I clung to him, with all my might,
as I surrendered, to the darkness of the night.

So here I am now, haunted by the memory,
of the love that was dark, deep and seductive, how broken it has left me.

For though it's gone, it still lingers like a ghost,
A dark love that I can never forget, for my heart was the cost.