Seduction
at it's peak
is repulsion.
You may believe in love
believe in lust
therefore you trust in disgust.
The feeling of obsession
to the point
where it reaches a physical plane.
It hides under your skin
crawling, creeping, and squirming,
in a sensation between a throb and a tingle.
It sits at the base of your stomach
with a burning heat
and a crushing weight.
It clings to the hairs on your neck
like the first gust of wind
that's been felt in a century.
It clutches the heart
like a mother onto child
crossing the street.
And it sears the brain
with screams of consumption
that delivers utter domination.
The two emotions
antonyms at their finest
can never be seperated
because
seduction
at it's peak
is repulsion.
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Words from a Dishonest Poet
PoetryWelcome to my story, my quaint book of poetry. Look inside for many rhymes of fire, cocaine, and even a little bit of truth at times. There is no plot to follow, or any lengthy narrative to swallow. Just a short collection and tidbits of my mind'...
