deepundergroundpoetry.com
Tempted
My hands itch
And my heart jumps.
I see you again after
All this time.
I try to be strong,
To think of my commitment.
I grow so weak in my resolve.
I don’t think I’m going to make it.
I imagine what would happen,
If I just grabbed you this time.
I’d breathe in, and say
“God, you smell divine.”
Delicious, delectable,
Begging to be bitten.
I can’t believe you’re
Here in my kitchen.
Fresh and hot,
Chewy and fudgey,
There on the plate
Is a beautiful brownie.
And my heart jumps.
I see you again after
All this time.
I try to be strong,
To think of my commitment.
I grow so weak in my resolve.
I don’t think I’m going to make it.
I imagine what would happen,
If I just grabbed you this time.
I’d breathe in, and say
“God, you smell divine.”
Delicious, delectable,
Begging to be bitten.
I can’t believe you’re
Here in my kitchen.
Fresh and hot,
Chewy and fudgey,
There on the plate
Is a beautiful brownie.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 0
comments 10
reads 736
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.