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Mandi Jan 2018
He came to me dressed in my most secret desires. His face unmasked the figure in all of my clandestine fantasies, his voice the delightfully sinful whisper of temptation that excites my soul, his body the only banquet that could ever truly satisfy my hunger; his entire person has become the bittersweet reason for my absolute yearning. Mind, body, soul - I want all of him, from the very first taste I have been addicted and all at once he has become essential to my survival. I crave him with such a potent need that it is unbearably all-consuming; the slightest thought of him puts my whole body on edge with an exquisitely delicious ache. And though the urges his very existence arouse in me are as wild and insatiable as he is, I have truly never been more satisfied.
Tony Luxton Jan 2018
Granite tiled floor,
more interesting than Internet,
jagged streaky veins,
dense masculine stones,
polished gunmetal bloom.

Trying to establish patterns, symmetries.
Should I miss my appointment?
There's never time to persist.
Temptatioin of a timeless world.
Matthew Harlovic Dec 2017
An endless darkness of eternal life!
I wanna hear the voice of consolation.
You forget all about internal strife,
dreaming a life without temptation.

© Matthew Harlovic
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Swirls"


Life around me swirls
I curl
Into a ball
Prickly spines of anger
Pointing out
I contemplate my navel
Common, human, lint filled, navel
I open up
Look, feel, wonder
The curl is so tempting
Comforting, limiting
Life
So swirly
Nathan Porter Oct 2017
I typed at the speed of my sprinting mind
Trying to explain what lives in my head
But after a while, come morning time
I have slight hope that he is dead.

But every evening
Brings to me more suffering
As I realize nothing can ****
The demon that calls itself part of me.

When my mind is groggy
He wakes and speaks for me
Treating all my friends shoddily
And ruining what love remains for me

The man that speaks from inside
Is like a cancer growing within
As constantly he will deride
My attempts to change away from sin

I have no name for this monster
And I cannot claim that he is an excuse
But I know I'm not this awful other
And a decent explanation is impossible to produce.

An explanation
Remember when?
An explanation
Drove me to no end?

Insanity caused by the simplest of statements.
That's not me.
And yet this monster can escape any containments
And he is always angry.

It's my turn to give an explanation
A truth that brings small satisfaction
But you of all deserve to know
This monster coming when it rains on my brow

I cannot call him my delusion
For surely he is no illusion
I cannot call him my depression
For surely that was fixed with confession.

WHO ARE YOU?
why do you live within me so?
Tearing into me, making me blue
I just wanted to watch the **** show.

Are you done now?
Can you please
Leave ME ALONE NOW
let me have peace

Breaking my heart and the hearts of my friends
I send you away as fast as I can
I'm leaving now
I"m taking a stand
And so I exit
Stage up to heaven
And you can leave
Stage straight down to hell.
I've decided to write about something we all struggle with, temptation and aggression, I hope you enjoy.
Let me sit so close on top of you
Sliding on long and deep tongue tasting as you go
Tip to shaft savouring all inside
Lips to meet with mouth below
I carry in my mind, What is more potent than violence
A grin, Yellow, Tender and kind
A fraction of what cannot be divided

A soothing poison, Enlaced in this controlled chaos
Which brought endless tears to the soul
Shut down, what is left is a burden
As nature, magnificent yet unchanged
Desire goes on and takes it’s toll

Temptation of the fiery twins, Moon and Sun
A grin, Silver, A reverence to the past
What is lost, will never be shared
Though Attraction goes on and takes it’s toll

What is now seemingly impossible
As already been felt, and it’s pleasures lost
What is now unbelievable,
As yet been surrendered to the darkness of the night
A grin, Purple, Innocence brought death in the eyes of the knight


Altered Perception
Kyra Madeleine Oct 2017
Your name,
like the sweet, stinging aroma
of a half-burnt cigarette,
always seems to
                               linger.

Creeping
into
the backs of my brain

A reminder of
                          
                           blissful temptation.

- k.m.
yellah girl Sep 2017
the gray storm pounds on my doorstep
a wizened man bent as a willow
he breathes temptation
but i do not
inhale.
HeartCore Sep 2017
Something happens when I open my eyes.
I take a deep breath in as I inhale the lies.
That is the size of my price ,
And when I close them I feel that time flies.

A peaceful newborn unaware of this world,
It feels the breeze of life, a grazing cold,
A blow, alternating the surface of the mold.
Life dealt Its destiny, rejecting it, concocting into a fold.

Its eyes covered in slime.
Crying didn’t help ,
Everything was so intoxicating
So, its vision imprisoned its hearing.

My energy, my life, was degrading slow
while something inside me throbs, and grows.
Eating away at my shell as it begins to glow,
Never feeling so high but at the same time so low.

It’s in pain, looking at the world,
Rolling its eye from side to side.
It spits its teeth out, crying aloud
Of the pleasure that calls from the crowd.

Although painful as it was, I can see how beautiful it is.
Naked from human sight
Pure and ugly, deceiving, and beautiful made from creation
Drowning its self in alcohol, only to preserve its progression.
Taste of Power can change somebody. A better you, or a new person can take hold of your temple.
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