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I lay my head on his shoulders
And inhale him into my life.
With these moments spent,
I am left to replay this memory whenever you are away.
The temptation to kiss but yet held strong to obey the promise made.
To love me wholly.
Holding on to the request I asked.
To give me time
To love me before kissing me
To love me before hugging
To love me before holding me, physically.
For love isn't present only in the flesh,
But, in the heart of the beholder.
For love is more than an 'I Love You'
Thank you so much, dear.

i bleed over your fingers,
drip menace onto your lips,
and steal breath from your ribs

i'm a goddess, don't deny me-
sacrifice your saints at my feet,
after all, i'm violence in your peace

find heaven in between my curves,
search for god in the hollows of my love,
bathe in the sin of the two of us

(against the world)

I feel her on my skin
Her eyes piercing my walls
Her talons scratching my wrists
Her lips caressing my neck
Her arm is wrapped around me
Her hair strangles me
Her fangs dig into my soul
Her desire engulfing me
Her urges rising inside me
I am hulled in her sweet bliss
Her scent fills my nostrils
As I ******* blood
And embrace the void I created.

And she
Leaves me alone.
Only to return
Tomorrow

you shoud give in to temptation, at least that is what wilde tells us. but if you do, if you allow your soul's deepest wish to come true, dont you just give room for more? more to wish for more to hope for? is that really any better than keeping a temptation?

Always walking that line
Always tempting fate
All these temptations calling me
I attempt to numb pain

Got the temperature rising
Know I can be temperamental
My temper’s ‘bout to unleash
Doing something regretful

A temporary escape
From two to ten on the dial
The temper-tantrum and screams
Like a tempestuous child

Perhaps a temporal shift
Like Anty Em’ on the farm
The tempest carries away
Ship wrecked alone I am gone

My template shows me the way
Temptress I can not escape
Contemptuously I have temperance
Finding tempo ‘til break

A temple shrine I pay tribute
Silently contemplate
Lord please grant me forgiveness
For my wrongs and mistakes

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.

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.

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