End of Me (Rough Draft)

All the caution signs point to you.
You are the ultimate temptation,
a mere touch heightens my senses,
a masochistically inviting enlightenment.
Every word you say destroys more defenses.
Boring toward my darkest places,

decimating my moral walls,

an intensely titillating state of mind.
You dance teasingly out of reach.
Whispers of an awaiting blaze of passion and sin,
unguarded, raw, I teeter on the edge of madness,
a painfully alluring demise.
Enticing, intoxicating, deadly.
Every part of you is poison.
You will be the end of me.