Temptation roils my belly,
Reprimand lurks in my soul,
Oh, knowledge is the greatest foe.
I know I should not want you.
But oh how I want you.

The past is the biggest scar,
And yet, as you beckon me with your finger,
I carefully skip over past wounds,
Come bounding back,
Your obedient little whore.
And oh how I want you.

I toss and turn,
Sleep far from my yearning grasp,
Images of you replaying in my mind,
Trying to recall your every word, your every move.
Forget you I must. Forget you I cannot.
I crave you like a blind man craves color.

I’ve got to find some stronghold,
Something to cling to,
Something to stop my trembling fingers from grasping the phone,
Wrenching it from its cradle,
Shakily dialing the number that will connect us,
The one I try so desperately to forget.
But memory is a funny thing.

Why does this happen to me?
Why can I not shove you behind?
I tried, I really did.
Physically I disentangled myself
That day
You begged for a kiss…
Oh curse you Temptation.
But have I any vigor to spare for my alleged banishment?

No.
I want you.
I crave you.
My soul needs yours.
I need your blunt fingers,
They know what to do.
My breath catches in my throat,
Can you see tendrils of lust seep into my eyes?
I pray not.
Please stop
I need to yell.
I want you to stop.

…but is that what I really want?...



Of course not.

 
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