I love the way temptation
Teases me
Making me its slut
Hugging my hips
With a desire
That pulls me in
Close enough
That I can feel the energy
Burn
Knowing
Negative and positive
side by side
Magnetically drawn
To taste one another
A sensory illusion
Illustrated
By a creation of our own
Device
We move closer towards
What we fear
In hopes that it will
Love us back
Regardless
the cost
Of misery
And suffering
A paradox of paradise
Plagued by our passionate
Pasts
Fooling us
Into thinking
Forever is lost
When it was never found
From the start.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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