Enticement

You see something, you think its nice

Thats what you think of every vice.

You sense a vibe that draws you close

An magnetic force so charged, it shows.

You know its wrong but it's a bounty fare,

A forbidden fruit so tempting, you dare.

You've hurt before, but you care none,

It's always too late before you know its done.

Pulling back is something impossible,

What wins, is the hope of the probable.

You're warned again by self an peers,

But more inviting than caution are the tears.

It's not the prize, but the pursuit of it.

Enticement finally becomes habit.