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why
why does it exist
temptation
thats one thing that i never understand
maybe its just me
because when i look at
temptation
its almost as if people draw
it
toward them
not the other way around
then again what do i know
i am only 15
what could i possibly know about
temptation
or maybe its the
"fact"
that most people believe
that us
black
people are just the main reason that
temptation
exist. Like seriously
cause this makes no sense
but temptation
temptation i realize
come from deep within
temptation is drawn form a very
dark and cold place
within someone
but to me
temptation is
pretty *******
then again
like i said
what could a 15 yr old
know about
the power of temptation
I've been gone for a while so I'm gonna try and get back in the groove of writing what seem to be my feelings. I guess.
Fighting Temptation

Harsh winter falls;
I yearning for your touch.
For a call with so much love  
Yearning to be near you but  
You are so far, oh how this  
Breaks my heart,
Time creates a difference,
Difference creates desire.
Desire ultimately creates a yearning temptation.
And that is you I crave I yearn to see better days,
My days of winters gray my nights I cry  
Without you in my life,
You are my temptation that whispers in my ears,
I call out your name in that sensual tone.
But when I wake it was all wrong,
You was only on the phone calling me saying  
One day you will be home,
I fight the urge to reply what is truly on my mind
Another time,  
Then one night, temptation comes again
Touching you in places that cried out his name.
Temptation knows exactly what he is doing.
August spent filling empty without you,
Temptation knows exactly what he is doing.
The kiss screams passion, warmth…. but…
How did temptation know what I was needing  
The most!
How did he know that you needed a kiss like that?
Dripping in pure desire; a wanting, yearning kiss  
That makes December a sweeter place to play,
Temptation I can’t fight you anymore.
I’m yielding to your love and its even at my door.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2010