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Velvet dusk, your breath draws near,

You crave the thrill, you feed on fear.

In your eyes, that silent plea—

You want the beast inside of me.

I strike a match, you strike a pose,

You wear your secrets like a rose.

Whispers cling to skin like lace,

And you beg me—don’t have grace.

Guilty pleasures, draped in vice,

Every scar, a roll of dice.

You want heaven, wrapped in flame,

Say my name—I'll play the game.

Tie your trust in black desire,

Breathe me in, then choke on fire.

I'm your guilty pleasure (pleasure)

Confessions melt beneath my hands,

You fall apart at my commands.

No prayer survives this kind of need,

No angels left when bodies bleed.

You wear your shame like stained perfume,

Like every sin completes the room.

You want the night, you want control—

But I’m the one who takes your soul.

Guilty pleasures, blood and lace,

Fingers trace your fall from grace.

You were good, now you’re undone,

Learning sin from everyone.

Kiss the cross, then turn and grin,

You’ll come back to drown in sin.

I'm your guilty pleasure (pleasure)

You didn’t come for peace.

You came to be unmade.

And I?

I specialize in ruin.

Guilty pleasures, no escape,

Every breath a twisted shape.

Lust and torment, tight and slow,

You descend, and I let go.

Chains are soft, the night is long,

Guilty pleasures... still feel strong.