“Do I or do I not!” The voice unspoken. It seems that everything comes down to this, by choice, and oftentimes we drift into it without thought, but still, you have to make the choice.
One look at her and my heart
melted. I wanted to do the wrong thing, in oh so many different ways. I wanted
to be so bad, lead her utterly and completely astray.
Sweet temptation, called me by my
name, promising pleasure, with honeyed words and images bright.
She made her presence known. Eyes
lit up like sparkling diamonds. Red lipstick, red as a blooming rose, framed
her hunting smile. Oh, how that woman looked so divine, so sleek and fine, how
her lips would feel on mine. I longed to taste those lips.
Her eyes stalked quietly, hunting
for her next unsuspecting prey. Her deadly charm her most effective tool. There
I stood from afar, desires getting stronger even if I stood no chance. I’d have
loved to be her prey; I’d be perfectly content being her toy.
“Remember your time is oh so
short and though all fall short, these desires inside you will stretch your
time into success. All bottled up in alerted misery, why burden yourself in
cold sobriety? Embark upon the passions like the waves of the sea – give that
heart that you so long for what it deserves. Give it the truth – your truth,
and if you fall, well, you fall.”
Temptation openly taunted. It did
not lurk. It played the ‘why not?’ game with things I’ve known to want. Can I
not desire what I cannot have?
She wasn’t just a woman, but an image
of a goddess. One whose image awakened the man in me. I stood at a spot transfixed,
with my heart panting. I stared at her lustfully, as she stood in one corner of
the room, rolling her tongue and licking her lips. With gleaming eyes, so
worldly wise, inviting, she stared me down. Gazing at me like a lioness ready
to devour.
I craved for this, a sweet tasty
drip of affection from someone that I should not be desiring to taste. But I
want this and somehow my body slaves for this, I need this.
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