A character of desirable features
An appearance of glamour
With unrivaled reputation and prestige

Every man and woman felt hypnotized
Towards his fragrance and strong aura

Every attendance he goes ~
Every ballroom he hosts ~

Those fellow creatures follow
Like slaves serving their master
For the rest of their life ~

Couldn't help but feel attracted to —
His presence and seductive atmosphere

Showered their courtesy and admiration
In a ballroom full of lavish adornments

Hosted by the master of temptation ~

Drunken by his sweet scents, yet
Feign innocence and counterfeit looks

Never made them question his youth

A creature walking invisibly within mankind

Sometimes lurking around at midnight
With a mind filled with immorality ~

Like a perilous, wild animal
Hunting its prey when darkness comes

With a pair of sharp fangs —
Attempting to drink the blood of mankind

Presence of a great threat to the society
And yet a temptation of the humanity ~

I tripped and fell into his game of traps
A victim and the prey of his end-game

Found myself lying on —
A bed spattered with black roses —
In a room where sunlight is hard to reach

Had no idea how I ended up here ~

As I tried to think about it
My mind went blank and blurry

One evening, he came rashly into my room
While wearing a long cloak of darkness

Staring into my eyes and driving me wild
With his piercing dark red eyes

My legs felt weak as I stood in front of this man

A danger to my flesh and my heart ~

He came closer without uttering a word

Then he stroked my long hair gently —
Brushed my neck slowly with his tender hands

Suddenly gripped my hands with his left hand
And pushed me onto the bed by force

As he was about to ***** his fangs into my neck

All my energy was drained —
All my resistance had gone like wind

Between his firm grip and his sharp eyes

Like a bloodthirsty hound
Like a creature longing for warmth

He drank my blood with lust and desires
While holding my waist tightly

I was in a devilish heaven
With this alluring immortal being

******* every part of my flesh
With passion and aggression

He drank me until he was satisfied
He held me close until he got what he wanted

Knowing that my life was in danger
In the hands of this controlling devil

Knowing that he could perish me any moment

I still found myself falling deeper for him ~

As he ****** my blood until the last drop ~

Hello my dearest boy,
do you remember when we were children,
when we played on the meadows
and our knees would get *****
all over the ground?

Do you remember when I used to go to your house
and you would change your clothes in the daylight
and I would look at you in wonderment
and thought that you were a God?

Do you remember when we used to go to church
and as the priest gave you communion
I would look at your lips
taking the host
and I thought how God had blessed you
how much God loved you
and how much I had wanted to be in God's love
being with you
kissing your cheeks
your eyes
your hands
but never your lips
because those were sacred
pure
and I was not
and I did not want to put you in your mouth
the taste of sin.

Haven't
The weight of a home:
Just misery, in a wait, saving meant
For a friend, a shape of things to come

To come in a reign
Of symmetry, any old heart
Of wishes will do; a hunger for fame
That esteem, is an escort to choose smart

From a handier salt...
The world to confirm, candor
Of a needy walk with fault
Before a care has the truth, to serve

A shadow, a fear's angel...
With a borrowed tear...?
Fly away, and heed the gait of hell
Is my nobility, a truer crush of we're?

Pipe's of hatred?
Introducing a friend
As a copious blossom of a time, to lead
Another nefarious and austere means, away from sin...

Did Eve truly fall to temptation?
Or was Adam the source of manipulation?
Tilting the tale, shifting the blame,
A narrative forged to shield his name.

Was it Adam who conjured the snake?
A plot to see Eve’s freedom break?
Bound to home, she is confined,
A life of serving cruelly designed.

She serves him meals, her dreams erased,
She is subdued, her purpose displaced.
Her light dimmed, her laughter restrained,
A life once hers, now cruelly chained.

Was there truly a serpent’s hiss?
Or Adam’s scheme beneath all this?
Will he repent, will truth ever prevail,
Or will his story forever be under a dark veil?

Will Eve ever find her own way,
Or live in Adam’s shadow, day by day?
Confined is her will, but not her desires.
With enough will, she will burn bright like fire.
She is a phoenix, born from its ashes
She will definitely be free from Adam’s latches.

He voice will be heard, her truth will be shared
She will re-write history, her presence declared
She will have it all that she had left
But will her soul still feel bereft?

Fridays were always fun.

Jack was always the bold one, but once you knew him, it wasn’t that bad. You be surprised, once he got going, he became the life of the party.

Jerry was sweet and got along with everyone, though if you cornered him, he has one hell-of-a-punch.

Tito was smooth too, and like Jerry, got along with everyone. But became a bit bitter later in life.

Jim, Jose and Bulleit—man those three guys always got into trouble. They were ok at first, but we had a falling out as they fought with themselves and everyone else. Probably for the best not to worry about them.

And Mary. I don’t know how to explain it. She had a certain allure, an air about her. She is sweet, good looking, and super funny. No matter who she is with she can have a good time, down to party whenever.  

I suppose we all have lives now.
Too responsible.
But we deserve to have a good time, right?
It is a Friday.
I’ll be honest out of everyone I’d contact, it would be Mary. Maybe Jack and Jerry, only if Mary said she was cool with them as well. Anyone else though and the good times will not roll.

Betrayal lurking,
In hope of novelty,
Like news carried by the wind,
Blaming indifference,
Breaking the convention
Imposed by society,
Following rules
Indifferent to the heart.

We seek the reason
That "corrupts" emotion.
To be human is to seek reason,
Hiding from sensation.

To succeed and fail,
To run and fall,
To rise and lower,
To cross,
To decide,
To fix and depart.

Here lies the break
In reconciliation,
In the absence of trust.
Love forgives,
But for how long?
Here’s the issue:
The discontent,
The restlessness,
The blessed novelty.

Would we have arrived here,
Without this search?
I don't think so.
What is normal?
What is predefined?
And by whom?

Betrayal is normalized,
A disruption of trust
From an abnormal union,
But natural to the essence,
Like rivers that flow into the sea,
Waves that break through cliffs,
Eagles that migrate and spread,
Devastating tsunamis,
Storms that ravage.

Ah, commitment, pact,
Agreement, alliances,
Necessary for balance,
But inattentive to temptations
And the shocks of passions,
Stronger and older
Than human wisdom.

It's not that humans are inherently evil, it's more like that each & every person, even the most virtuous one, has the potential of backsliding into being evil. Take a look into your mind's corrupt part. What is it that you really desire or get thrilled by? Imagine: regularly having entertainments & pleasures of whatever types you dig; having a wealth amounting to hundreds millions (or even billions) of dollars at your disposal; being in the position of giving requests & orders, having those around you who'd obediently satisfy them, having loyalists who'd put those disobeying or rebelling in their place by either legal means or forcible ones; being in the position of projecting & enforcing your will, views, ideas upon masses.

Imagined? Now say neither of the mentioned sounds tempting to you, that you aren't interested in any of such stuff. I wouldn't believe a person rejecting those temptations wholly [holy] or claiming they aren't interested in any of those. Such a person is either an ashamed liar or out of their mind. I, as well as some other individuals thinking alike, believe each & every human is corruptible, hence, keeping in mind that appetite comes during the consumption process, each & everyone has the potential of turning into an archvillain, under circumstances being favorable to that, of course.

My love sent me to dig two graves,
One for her, one for me,
When our eternity has passed.
But instead I dug three.
One for her,
One for me,
One for my temptations,
That I’m tempted to take you see.
Even if I love her,
I still love the thrills.
So when I am old,
And life brings drafts and chills.
I will hold her close to me, to the grave,
But I will bring all the thrills,
They just don’t seem to leave me.