"enticement" poems
I fear thyself
I fear attraction
I fear unfamiliarity
I fear attention
I fear incidence
I fear conversation
I fear interaction
I fear answers
I fear questions
I fear to tell my story
I fear to hear yours
I fear compliance
I fear conflict
I fear benevolence
I fear mutuality
I fear victimisation
I fear change
I fear to love
I fear to hate
I fear significance
I fear insignificance
I fear the lies we tell
I fear the truths we hide
I fear imprisonment
I fear freedom
I fear hope
I fear despair
I fear old age
I fear children
I fear intelligence
I fear ignorance
I fear to take
I fear to give
I fear to borrow
I fear to loan
I fear to exchange
I fear to teach
I fear to learn
I fear to laugh
I fear to cry
I fear to be
I fear not to be
I fear to be afraid
I fear to be brave
I fear to die
I fear to live
I fear discomfort
I fear responsibility
I fear to gain
I fear to lose
I fear victory
I fear defeat
I fear antrophy
I fear hypertrophy
I fear inertia
I fear activity
I fear obedience
I fear disobedience
I fear justice
I fear injustice
I fear totality
I fear poverty
I fear embarrassment
I fear addiction
I fear declamation
I fear guilt
I fear pride
I fear delusion
I fear unfulfillment
I fear my apathy
I fear to be wakeful
I fear to be tired
I fear my capabilities
I fear my incapabilities
I fear my dreams
I fear my nightmares
I fear women
I fear men
I fear being disabled
I fear misinterpretation
I fear misrepresentation
I fear altruism
I fear limitation
I fear to endear
I fear to inspire
I fear to forget
I fear to remember
I fear self doubt
I fear discrimination
I fear starvation
I fear migration
I fear fragility
I fear formality
I fear banality
I fear enticement
I fear cruelty
I fear judgement
I fear to embrace
I endure what I fear
I endure because I must
I endure myself because I fear
Endure thyself
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
*How I wish to float upon your breast
Soft and placid as a glass lake, windless
Breathless
But to delve into valleys
Unexplored, keeper of buried treasures
I trek throughout, wandering
Aimless deliverance, unspoken promises
Intricacy of intimate embrace
I weave in my fingers, passion
Spill me, leave kisses like ghosts
Translucent memories
Moist with seduction
Delicious droplets of enticement
Proposing infatuation, falling from your lips
Illustrious little allures
Swim through me
Serpentine twisting contours
Wrap me in flesh, consumption
Stares, to reiterate a longing
Convey this truthfulness
Honeyed words of desire
Think not to deny yourself this moment
Make love to white whispers
Embedded in the mouth of temptation
Take no responsibility
Let movement be freely expressed
Body caressed
Comforting red embers
Of lustful flame
Spin tales of time and tryst
Inhale the sweeter aromas
Entwine with immaculacy
Reciprocate sensuality, a pair
Two
Two with a twist
And many other turns*
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
I do remember vividly
The four a.m. conversations,
Feelings explained implicitly,
Plans made without obligations.
Toes dig into the rocks and sand
As we gaze up at the bright stars.
Nothing about that night was planned
Though it left us with unseen scars.
I remember the excitement
Of my phone lighting up the night
With your sweet words of enticement.
The fire in me would ignite.
And our flame was a bonfire
That lit up the world for miles
At once our warmth and our pyre.
We quickly burned with our smiles.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
his eyes aren’t merely blue
they’re a concoction of
star dust and sun drops
they’re teal with specks of gold
and splashes of silver
they’re mesmeric
they aren’t merely blue
they’re turquoise
with twirls of enticement
if you look closely, my love
they’re a dancing ocean
with hints of sapphire and hope
they aren’t merely blue
they’re hypnotic
they’re my daydream
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
She has a place for me in her heart
I've heard the others say the same
Yet I still
May rest my head
Where she would stay
Whilst all the others are long gone
Heart is a heavy word
Reminiscent of stranger times
Comforting to say the least
A shackle and a briefcase
Share her room with me
One wonders if an invitation is real
When not in writing
Enticement is real
As real as flesh and blood
As real as her
Laced ******* with frills
Bluey green
A colour best described as teal
Or was it turquoise?
Though that never mattered
Not important to me
Not a single detail
I told her not to be afraid of living
She said fearlessness is for the dead
I enquired about the living dead
She laughed
We are the only monsters
That feed off of life
We are the only demons
That go bump in the night
She is a goddess
A truly **** mess
I would like to pay homage
To the warmth between her legs
But there are many a pilgrim
And it is well documented that
I hold nothing sacred
Though I do have her favor
For now
Yet my invitation remains unanswered
I never knew a briefcase
Could be so ominous
Though she'll never be my queen
She still ***** me like I'm king
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
As I look around, What I see are the Fragments of Man ! Some quite Large, Some very tiny! Some as Ripped off, Others as carefully Taken and placed down. Some I recognize as Hearts, others appear as Spirit forms. What is common is that some seek sympathy and attention! Others, as if an Enticement, want you to join them. Each think they have made an offering, That either asks for help OR cries out that You become as them! Amazingly, the crowds around them, seem to debate as to which path they should choose. ONLY a Handful, Promptly turn their backs and RUSH away ! BUT, the Majority sifts thru the SHARDS, as if shopping at a Flea Market. Going from Table to Table to Sample the Wares! No one Cries out that they be "Taken Away" from the pieces of SHARDS Scattered all about them ! RATHER, they ask that YOU Mix in some of Yours and set up a Table ,,Right Next to them ! ______ MY Heart pounds a stronger RHYTHM, My mind racing in questions, Can't they see The're accepting all these broken lives as if it should Be the NORM ? None wants to stand out as His Own, Fearful that they would be left alone and WHIMS desires would be left in the cleaning closet ~having to wait for use~so~they sleep in a Brokeness Slumber! As I leave this "Fixed In My Mind" SCENE. I reach down and pick up a Small SHARD, appearing to be part of One's Soul,, Something I "WILL" be Praying about . . . .
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
Alright Jezebel is that not who you are? How much of your soul are you going to sell? With your chest pushed high and your **** in the air. With the smile you bare and the wink you blink. The fruit for the trick to get their fix behind blind eyes. Your secrets hidden away through your faults beauty and enticement. A walk that attracts nothing but the **** You put your self on the proverbial block. Though on the outside you converted and claim outwardly to the king of kings God and Christ. Though believe like a Pharisee. A marionette innocents for all to see.
Yet even a Pharisee doesn't hold the many lies you've told. For even they are the best known hypocrites that Christ warned and spoke against. Telling everyone your married, or so you say with a bold face. Yet you go out at night to collect your lies by spreading your thighs for material and lust. Helping to destroy families to commit adultery with theirs and your own. You lost your Grace and the Holy Spirit depart. Now you gain worldly excitement and shame. Living your life amongst the dogs. In a fad life style fed to you. Taking it as wholesome, knowing better. So it is to be said your like a lost little Lam on your way to self destruction. Without a care of the afflictions. You allow yourself to be used like a Devils tool, yet tell yourself your not a toy.. May it go to show you are becoming Lucifer's proprietary embodiment. Only to think you have the upper hand.
Shown by your eyes that is a window to the soul exposing wickedness!
Though on the deep inside is there not yet another cloak?? Do you not cry at night with heavy sorrow when you look in the mirror for the truth to be whole and despise the girl you have yet let blossom to become the ultimate woman that is there. Pretending to be some one your not. So you are a lantern in need of a new candle wanting to be rekindled. How cold you must be to have so many layers. But that's what you get when you become a player. A sweet and sour flavor. You say "Don't Hate!" Though to walk up right on the path of truth would attract in your self a better person. Why not accept your self for the real you. The one mistakenly hidden so deep inside. Is that not who you are? Instead you bed with the heartless desires you give your self too to become a trophy. The mold you have created of yourself only mocks at the real you. The inner you fading and becoming transparent. Now with out a care you have become fake, vile and foul. Yes he who has no sin cast the first stone. So it should not be thrown. Heavenly Father I pray for her!!!
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 2:17 PM UTC
She feels like a young woman,
once again...
It's not like its
her first kiss,
first date,
or first love-
but it feels like
Her First All Over Again...
Its almost; as if,
she's gone back in time.
Her hands are cool,
palms sweaty-
Her heart is beating rapidly,
her tummy full of lil' butterflies-
She's a woman now-
but, the excitement, is just the same.
Should she have these feelings,
as she is, even though,
she isn't a young one anymore?
Her and her beau
are sitting on her bed-
He leans towards her,
she closes her eyes-
as he brushes his lips upon hers.
His lips...
so warm, soft, and giving!
He puts a hand through her hair,
along her neck, pulling her towards him-
closer, to deepen their kiss!
She puts a hand on his chest,
the other on the back
of his head-
keeping him right where she wants him.
They kiss for several long moments...
She moans softly,
he pulls her upward
and gently sits her upon his lap.
They melt into one another!
Each kiss;
more intense and increasingly
demanding, as the previous one-
he wants to taste her fully-
he flicks his tongue along her upper lip-
coaxing her to open up to him,
hoping she'll allow him access-
She parts her lips
with a hunger like no other
she had felt before!
Oh, the passion they feel...
the enticement that builds-
His tongue teases hers
with a seductive tangle...
Finally,
as their internal heat is high,
their clothing; too constricting-
they undress one another-
throwing articles of clothing
this way and that-
They have this bite of Heaven-
these stolen cherished moments
to just him and her... alone!
Passion, and pure desire
heightens them to anew.
The friendship
these two have built;
has been turning into this love
they now feel.
This love these two
feel, has been growing
for several months,
is right at their hands;
becoming deeper-
making them come alive!
Feeling so right, he takes her-
entering her in one full deep movement-
claiming her as only his!
Taking their passion
to a high- neither
could remember feeling before-
As they ****** together,
and lay in one another's arms'
totally satisfied- they cuddle
and close their eyes just for a few moments-
Then, he tells her he's never felt
so loved before!
And the twinkle in her eye
tells him she feels just the same!
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Unheard goes the inner voice
Influenced by so many callings
Grandiloquent words
Shimmering with enticement
Inherent power becomes feeble
Pulled in different directions
You may not want to tread
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
I go to public places to be alone...
I sit amongst the crowds,
listen in to their instigating alluring words,
Exhaust myself with the false pretense of social-comfort
And think about death.
As it has always been and how it will always be-
More potent than human interest, temptation, enticement or fulfillment.
In the depths of these crowds I surround myself with
The culture of the unconscious.
Nothing has ever mattered but the collected cognizance of
The fact that no human being has the internal ability to become immortal-
And nobody who belongs to the crowds worries about that. As,
To be comfortably existent means to be uninformed about your own
Insignificance.
When I am aware of my own body I am more afraid than when I am not.
I watch myself from a blackening screen,
as I destroy what I was born into until it becomes
A habit instilled within both perspectives.
I let the crowds ruin me with glances and words and drunken love
That they will not remember.
I exist as a vessel, and let the pain of my future determine the pain of
My present.
I seek to hide within the dark of a night like this that has experienced my absence and enjoyed it but,
Their glances make me feel so present...
..I can only hide within myself
by pretending that I am outside of myself..
Watching from a blackening screen...
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
I meditate upon shore of thoughts;
washing over my countenance, caressing
my soul.
as he forms verses in syllabic count, fore, his voice
ebbs in tidal waves, teasing with submissions of
cognitive chains of thought; where bated breath
pounds against my peninsula
open to laps in hunger, tasting passions complaisancy;
each rush, mouthed in a sauntering flow; touched
in currents of his thoughts; I absorb bittersweet brine
as there's no lack of verbiage, threatening consumption
of uttered articles of enticement
like driftwood floating; his words glide as tides drag
mind, to and fro with each affluxion, I acquaint
thoughts in odes
his sung ballads brush against me like seaward
breezes and I consume his melody in swelled seas
of delicacy
in harmony and bouyancy of song; I surrender
within his thoughts, relishing serenity; upon his
island of passion, wrapped within his poetry in thought
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
You made me promises,
And I wrapped myself in them like melodies on a hazy Sunday morning,
I savored them, twisted them and made them into fibers that I wove into my existence.
And then,
Then you broke me.
And I let you.
I let you because I didn’t know better.
Beyond time and tide you were a brilliance, a light, that warmed and coddled me into this desperate oblivion.
A ***** oblivion.
Polluted.
Shards of glass beneath my feet. Clothes made of extreme anxiety.
And in this moment, I blame you.
But, no longer.
I accept that I allowed your entrance into my life.
I allowed you to be more for me than I ever trusted anyone else to be.
It isn’t my fault that you disappointed me.
I suspect that I am not the first of your disillusionments.
Look at you.
Your physicality is breathtaking.
Every muscle, every nuance of your outward being is a tantalizing treat of enticement and temptation.
I know it isn’t where you end, though.
You had it in you to devise your plan of promises and expectations.
Did you catch what I said there?
Devised.
A negativity.
Not something endearing or stunning.
Maybe I am wrong.
It has been years into this.
And I was wounded well before you.
In consideration of that deep disdain, I must not always believe you to be a fraud.
Surely, not every fraction of your being has set out to malign my heart.
Yet, you have.
Maligned me.
Cast me out into a void that stinks of rot and old.
And so, I float. I linger. I coast along.
Slow-motion.
My own private Hell.
Wondering every time you go out if you will return with the stench of infidelity wafting through the air.
So, I float.
Oil and water, flesh and bone, separate and together.
Endless.
Or, is it?
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
You were like the ocean to me.
Auspicious and effortlessly captivating,
glistening the most exquisite
colors of the sun.
For countless days,
I've been adrift without knowledge.
Impatiently searching,
yearning, and waiting.
The gleaming moon,
serves as my witness.
I presumed myself a lost existence,
until the moment I ran into you.
You calmly waved me Hello’s,
welcoming me with your gentle tides.
Beauty enveloped you,
surrounded you with enticement.
I leaped into your open arms
thinking that you can save me;
But I realized that I
don’t want to know how
to swim like you do.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
There is beauty in the meadow,
In the trees and in the sky.
There is beauty in her hair,
And in her lavished auburn eyes.
There is beauty in the summer,
There is beauty in the fall.
And there is beauty in her manner,
And her voice with which she calls.
For there is beauty all around us,
And there is beauty to be found,
And yet the beauty which I seek,
Is not so visibly abound.
It is a beautiful enticement.
A clever thought revealed in time.
For what I want is beyond vision,
And what I seek is within mind.
-SS
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
The finesse of the grand piano captures a certain acceptance of historical bereavement and resonating relief. The paradox of the saxophone is like the stillness of a winter morning where the deer stares into the steamy eyes of humanity with traumatic gaze.
Now, something has just occurred, my connected soul-mate of universal relativity. We have dominant chords and major scales, and we aren’t even puppets or fish.
Visualise the wheat as it sways in the gentle breeze, whilst the rusty pick-up truck races down the gravel roads of Southern enticement.
My porch creaks as the chair of astral projection casually rocks her sincerity back and forth in epistemological fornications.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Under the flowering moon
Your naked body lies
Bound to the lunars tendrils
Tethering to your skins ambiance
Fingeringly scalinging the motions of your body
Following your soulful extractions
Silver lights incarnate driven passion
O' woman, woman of the moon
Of the night, of darkness
Dance with me
Dance the dance of love,
Of the heart, of passion,
Of Desires stowed deep within the mind
Beneath the woven fabric of a feral night
Entwined within the stitches silver aura
These stars our only witness
As the darkness spreads it's clinching grasp
Plunging our passions into carnal chaos
Watching the heavy rise and fall of your chest
The echoes of your hearts breath in my mind
The chemical passion of our physical bodies
Consumes the desires of our flesh
Shadows contouring to the night
The sweet nectar of your lips
An everlasting enticement to mine
Darkly decadent sensations pressing on
Only as creatures within can conjure
Elegantly crafting and artistically formulated
These darkest nights memoirs
Sated with our own designs
Unrelenting and intoxicating
Addicting and compounding
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
I played the game with a smile.
Pawns suppressing the move
Made by my hand for the king.
A mistake, and it's all over.
Checkmate.
The king couldn't move neither direction
For the opponent's difficulty,
But rather an invitation of defeat
Spurned with soldiers left looking
At a king's dethronement.
No more.
I lost to a mere
Enticement
Of a Queen.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 11:39 PM UTC
I was riding in an old blue suburban
packed full of my siblings. All bony knees and elbows
and loud familiar voices.
I gazed through the glass
and forgot myself. I looked like any other
dumb kid day dreaming
about nonsensical things to all the cars that passed.
But my eyes darted to and fro.
I distinctly remember
the irrational panic that sank like
a stone in my stomach
as we flew down the highway.
Always grappling with our irrevocable
tardiness.
My eyes were searching out the
landscape that swept by,
Trying to spot single blades of grass.
Finding inconspicuous shrubs,
concealed branches, and
subtle cracks and crevices.
It had occurred to me that things
do
go unnoticed.
And my five year old brain became bothered.
Grazing the edges of obsessive.
At the time I felt
anguish
for those forgotten.
I wanted to be the careful one.
Observant and
appreciative of those subtle splendors.
Was it simple selfishness?
The enticement of being the only one
to see what I was seeing.
Some early subconscious struggle
with originality. Prematurely grasping for
anything to set me apart.
Maybe a concoction of both.
I just know that I am
here gasping in the cold. Watching clouds of
frost pour from my mouth
And my eyes remain
darting.
From one snowflake
to the next.
Desperate to catch them before
they dissolve into the
nothingness.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
Do you know, what's it like?
To run, until the tendons,
in your legs,
crimp,
like accordion bellows,
held, in the grip,
of a vice?
...Do you know, what it's like?
When they smell the fear, from within...
which adheres, to your skin,
as it turns, to fright?
...Do you know, what it's like?
Not even seconds, to hide?
With the asbestos walls, exploding...
your lungs, go off, like a bomb,
and thrumming
But the headlights,
they just keep on coming?
...Do you know, what it's like?
But you can't stop running, oh, hell no,
Though the acid,
drips,
down the back,
of your throat.
And the panic,
sticks,
to your soul,
like Velcro...
But you try...
...Do you know, what it's like?
And do you even want,
or need, to survive it?
When your fatigue,
only gets them excited?
When the kick and blur,
of your legs,
and curves,
only registers,
as enticement?
Do you know, what it's like?
Here comes the headlights
around the bend,
again,
and it's do,
or die.
Do you think you could fight?
You can't look, at the trunk,
or you'll end up inside, it.
It's fight,
or you're ******
but what if they... have,
a gun,
or a knife?
...Do you know...what it's like...?
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
A riveting mystery
I unravel
More and more each day
Finding myself to
Love it
More and more each day
Constant anticipation
Perpetual enticement
Relentless admiration
And ultimately as boundless
And as beautiful
As the vast expanse of
The universe
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Maybe I was an ocean in a past life
Drifting in and out of hearts
like old blood and clotting wounds alike
And maybe I sank memories at sea
And threw overboard emotions raw
That drifted to the beach
And caught in nets the pain, regret
Mourns over and is swept up back again
Failed attempts at revival
New swimmer drowned
in deep waters ****** him
below candescent surface thinly veiled
and out of oxygen
Warning signs on sandy beach
Hard to miss, at every bend
But enticement, loneliness led you in
Those vices, magnets, human virtue
Lead swimmers to my muddy waters
each and every time
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
Why am I here?
What is there to complete?
Is there some kind of mission?
Must I compete?
What is my life meant to compromise of?
This can't be it.
Born empty handed.
Naked - No start-up kit.
Find yourself they say.
Where do I begin?
A life full of tempters,
Though no tolerance for sin.
"Come one, Come all!" they shout,
Promising excitement.
A step into a shade of grey,
An unknown world of enticement.
A life full of tempters,
Though no room for sin.
Find yourself they say.
Where do I begin?
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
drawing the ladies in
by plying a magnetic charm
the guy possesses
quite an alluring arm
no woman can resist
his pulling potency
that is set on the
highest frequency
he engages a strong
bewitching spell
to motion the females
into enticement's well
a most beguiling
magic he'll employ
in riveting the gals
onto his alloy
the gent's power
is so forceful of zeal
captivating women
with a striking appeal
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
I'm at a point in my life when I have to be sure
Of the choices I make, more than ever before.
Nothing is easy and it never will be,
But my life involves others who are precious to me.
I've made lots of mistakes every step of the way,
And I pay for them dearly with each passing day.
I wish I could change things and dispel all the pain
That I've caused other people again and again.
I have to make sure my dreams are not heeded
And help those I gave life to as long as I'm needed.
I am a mother first, my kids are my life
And second, I am my husband's wife.
I'm ashamed of the way I've behaved in the past.
hoping for friendships that could possibly last.
But I've done it all wrong and I'm paying the price.
And now I have more to sacrifice.
I've tasted the joys, the sins, the excitement
But I have to avoid the road of enticement.
My life is not over and my time will come,
My priority now is to be a good mom.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC