Temptation

I am your temptation.
I am the yes that was in your heart, when no is what you spoke.
I am the lips that kiss you and take your breath away.
I am the man you dream of when you are alone in your bed.
I am the forbidden which you desire, and the desire of that which is forbidden.
I am the pounding of your heart and the swelling of your breast.
I am the hand that carresses you gently, and the shiver that it sends down your spine.
I am he who peers deep into your eyes, to see the woman you really are, when no other man would take the time.
I am tongue that reaches for your wettest and darkest place.
I am the manhood that fills you completely, the pulsing, the throbbing, and the thrusting.
I am the liquid explosion that fills you to overflowing.
I am the arms that hold you afterwards promising to keep you safe.
I am he who listens when you say you need someone to talk to, offering you no advice unless that is what you want.
I will be all you wish and shall grant you all you deserve.

I am your temptation, and I shall not be denied.