Temptation

I am the space between your thighs, a lusty premonition of what lurks inside...

I am the river bed that leaks rebellion between your thighs

I am the inundating revelation that I am bad for you, a disparaging realization you'll ignore more than twice...

I am distortion on the side of your brain that wishes me to be inside, but I'm not the part of you that thinks clearly enough to step outside...

I am the stains of pleased distress on bedsheets, and the cooled glass of water on the bedside...

I am the scent of remembrance upon unwashed clothes and bruised skin below dried spit...

I am the succulent mixture of guilt placed under the tongue like placebo

I am the contortionist's obligation to speak in movements that split the L's and serenade 's' sounds from your lips...

I am the hidden embarrassment in your closet, the risk you take at the expense of yourself...

I am the kiss that starts at the waist and slithers to eden

I am the strand of common sense that you remove from your clothes

I am the scar tissue surrounded by the treading of teeth

I am the moment of euphoria in the space between out of breath and a word you can't speak...

I am just what I need to be to sink my teeth into your apple among an endless sea...

I am not God, and I am not devil

I am temptation, sinking you further than anvils in Mariana's grief