Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Temptation

She pouts and whines when she doesn't win

She's not a bad girl but I make her want to sin

Her thighs tremble when I bring on the dark

She knows it's wrong and it's tearing her apart

I show her how right wrong can feel

Her eyes begging while her lips are sealed

Her mind says no while her heart cries yes

I know what she needs without having to guess

Holding back and refusing to beg

She secretly leans back and spreads her legs

She knows she craves it but she can't say the words

I tease her daily. Her subconscious thoughts heard

She doesn't know her worth and doesn't see her own attraction

I enjoy turning her on and knowing her reaction

A blush to her face and a quick look around

She realises, a new addiction she has found

Adrenaline rushes. Her new adventure begins.

She's mine, because temptation wins.