Embodiments

temptations

It's tempting to touch her in the places she hates the most.
It's tempting to touch her period.
I always want to reach out, and grasp her hands,
Intertwined in mine as we walked zealously through the hallway.
It's a great, but petty, fucking fantasy.

I never exactly liked it when I heard someone call another "theirs."
It was a bit too dominant for my tastes
But damn, now that I befriended her,
I want nothing more than to call her mine.
It's strange how this happens.
She came into my life
And she changed my wants.

Scratch that, she is my want.
It's so tempting to tell her how I feel.
The temptation is less strong now though,
Since she is slowly becoming polar.

It's so fucking tempting just to smash my lips into hers,
And when I pull back I'll be exasperated and blushing.

It's so tempting to tell her that I liked her all along,
And not that one guy I've been spending loads of time with.

It's tempting to call her babe,
Because I seem to think in my head she loves me as I do her.

Out of all those them temptations, none of those are as strong as the temptation to pull her in close in my embrace and whisper, "I love you."