Wrong:

Dangerous

One look enticing

One taste, not wanted

Hopelessly addicted

Craving and itching

Lusting for once more

Memories, not enough

Showing again

Tempting, one touch

Bitten lip revealing desire

Your innermost wants

Your false needs

Twisted sense of normality

The devil rests in my bowels

Feel the heat spread

My body dormant

My sin alive

My mind beaten to submission

But that's how I like it