I am always tempted to write for another word. I am tempted to let someone I don’t know hear it. Read it, rather. Even though I have plenty of souls in my everyday life that already hear me. I’m just saying hello. I am always, always, always tempted to say hello. Today, I wonder why just feel tempted? Why not… just do? I love you.
I’ve always felt that I’m pretty good at resisting temptation. Except when it comes to chocolate. I never, ever turn down a piece of chocolate, much to the chagrin of my health and my waistline. But damn is it ever good.
temptation is when the Greek gods in ancient Greece lusted after human women and chased after them in their human states. For example, with Apollo and Daphne; their story is one with unrequited lust on Apollo side when he is tempted by the beauty of Daphne, a wood nymph. He saw her and couldn’t resist her tempting looks and wanted her, even though she was a worshiper of his goddess sister, the virgin Artemis.
it’s within our nature, as rational thinkers, to put ourselves in moral impasses. it’s the choice between right and wrong, left and write, that give purpose to our lives. if everything were straightforward, nobody would live past thirty five, cause death is always a better option then living for the sake of keeping memories alive.
She saw him in the moons light and as they peered at one another were tempted to reach out and touch, but knew their lives would change the moment they did.
I am tempted everyday of my life. Jesus was tempted you know, in the desert… for 40 days. Big whoop, I’m constantly tempted… by people who accidentally reveal their test to me in french or when I am alone in the candy aisle at CVS and no one is watching. I am tempted everyday of my life.
Funny, how I pulled up tempted one oneword just as I promised myself that I would accomplish this writing exercise, treat myself to something that’s been nagging at me since I got home mere minutes ago, and then move on to 750words. I was tempted to skip the two of these, but I knew I would never get back to them…
I am tempted to kiss you and replace that frown with laughter at my unexpected attempt at romance. I am tempted, but I do not give in. It is more difficult than it appears for me to break free from the restraints of my Self and give in to the desires of my heart.
i am tempted to love someone else, but still tempted to take you back. i am tempted to run away and be free but temptations of all these things has a hold on me. i’m tempted to let you go, but want to hold on. i’ve heard staying is hard, but letting go makes you strong.
I am tempted to just fool around this afternoon and tidy up my apartment/office. I have so many things to do, but I think I will feel much better if I do some cozy little taking care of my environment things. I am really glad I saw that word, because I love to do things I am tempted to do! In the past that might have been getting into a little bit of trouble, but I am much more well-behaved in my older youth! ha ha ha!
Red lips, cherry kisses. Nips on the shoulder blade. Smoky eyes. What tempts you? She tempts you. Especially lying beneath you on the mattress. Looking into your eyes, wanting you to love her. But do you? You bite her lip, and crush her hair in your hand.
shally felt the longing in her loins and was tempted to let the fire consume her.instead,she released from kathleen and took her hand in her own.the three of them held hands as they ran to the landing zone.
Often she had felt it, that tingle, the delicious wondering, anticipation of a forbidden taste, touch or other indulgence. But always the Spartan within her had resisted, but not today, today she was going to GIVE IN to it, it would be a day she would always remember, the day that she took the first step towards true happiness, through abandonment of the rules, complete disregard for structure, order and convention.
always we are tempted with good and bad
sometimes the bad wins but we try to make sure the good wins out over all
tempted as with candies or colors to the eyes can be violence and unnatural things in life
hard to avoid but best if you do
tempted. me. im a shy person. i am drowned in a sea of people everyday. walking from class to class in a daze. they speak. i murmer. they laugh. i seldom smile. i am tempted to say something. anything. although i never know what to say. sometimes i wonder if theres something wrong with me and everyone else is normal. either way i am tempted.
I am always tempted by what looks good. I don’t think I just want. This temptation never seems to go away. I can’t help it. I’m stuck with this demond inside of me that tempts me. When will it go away?
I am tempted by the sight of the cabinets, all that food just waiting to find its way into some mouth–probably mine, but not today. The temptation of chocolate, of a perfectly-salted cracker, of a crisp rich nut…why did the human body have to be designed to want so much more food than it can properly use?
Tempted. What am I supposed to write about? I don’t understand how tempted could possibly be a good word to write. I’m tempted to put a bullet it my brain because this is so stupid. What the heck.
It’s a hot night. My two-year old eats his ice cream slowly, so slowly. I am tempted to lick it for him.
“Cam, your ice cream is melting,” I say, “Would you like Momma to help you?”
“Yes.”
I eat it to the bottom of the cone. He looks at me like I’m eating the last bit of food in the world. I give it back to him. I am no longer hungry for ice cream.
Tempted to just eat chocolate for supper, the white crackly kind, but my migraine tells me I’m being a lazy twit, and that I’d better get my act together.
I’m tempted by so much that I get very tense, I suppose. I always find myself feeling guilty for something or the other. I don’t particularly enjoy these things after I’ve done them, the guilt is always more than the pleasure.
If I was tempted, it was only for a moment. I looked into his deep, liquid-brown eyes and felt remorse for even considering such a heinous act. He gurgled and grinned toothlessly at me, perfect in his naivety.
The chocolate bar sat on the bench between us, my impotent guilt alongside it. Truly, taking candy from a baby is not as easy as they say.
i’m tempted daily to find…. something. I want to find purpose, meaning, life, etc. the temptation is always there. i feel like no matter where i am in life, i will never be satisfied. in some ways, i’m perfectly okay with it.
i was going do it one time, but i really didn’t want to. i was pressured. but then i decided that it wasn’t the best idea. so i didn’t do it. i guess i was tempted.
She glanced at her reflection in the bus window. She was pulling away, being pulled towards the thing she felt writhing in her gut. How many more miles to satiate the beast? She licked her lips and tied up her copper locks as the telephone poles clipped by, one by one teasing the pulse that quickened in her pierced navel.
Die Versuchung. Ja. Sie war immer schon da. Sie lauerte. Es durfte nicht sein. Niemand hatte es laut gesagt. Es schwirrte leise ziepend in der Luft wie winzige Metallpropeller. Gut, Oma hatte bestimmt bei irgendeiner Gelegenheit fürchterlich empört geschaut oder warnend Luft zwischen den Zähnen herauszischen lassen, ohne dass es mir bewusst gewesen wäre. Aber mein Körper hat das gespeichert und wusste ab diesem Moment, was sein durfte. Und was nicht.
I was tempted to speak to her but thought better of it. She knows what she’s doing. She’ll stop when it suits her. I’m just meandering through her life on the edges of what might have been and what may have happened when we were girls. The temptation to move along is sweeter than the urge to meddle.
I have been tempted to give up what I believe and I have often fallen. In the end or maybe even in between I remember who I am and I feel ashamed. Not because I fell but because I didn’t stand up after I fell, or sometimes just watched what could have been from the ground.
I may be tempted to write something more interesting if I had better prompts. No, that’s blaming the messenger. It’s my short coming if I can’t think of anything better than this to write. Maybe if you could give me fifteen seconds to think about it first.
She was always tempted to tell him how she really felt. He was amazing in every way, and more so than anyone she had ever met. The way he smiled affected her like no one elses smile did. The way he laughed with her, or made her laugh made her life so much better. He was Smart, she felt like she could learn so much wordly knowledge from him.
I am always tempted to write for another word. I am tempted to let someone I don’t know hear it. Read it, rather. Even though I have plenty of souls in my everyday life that already hear me. I’m just saying hello. I am always, always, always tempted to say hello. Today, I wonder why just feel tempted? Why not… just do? I love you.
I’ve always felt that I’m pretty good at resisting temptation. Except when it comes to chocolate. I never, ever turn down a piece of chocolate, much to the chagrin of my health and my waistline. But damn is it ever good.
temptation is when the Greek gods in ancient Greece lusted after human women and chased after them in their human states. For example, with Apollo and Daphne; their story is one with unrequited lust on Apollo side when he is tempted by the beauty of Daphne, a wood nymph. He saw her and couldn’t resist her tempting looks and wanted her, even though she was a worshiper of his goddess sister, the virgin Artemis.
negavtivity
brayden
it’s within our nature, as rational thinkers, to put ourselves in moral impasses. it’s the choice between right and wrong, left and write, that give purpose to our lives. if everything were straightforward, nobody would live past thirty five, cause death is always a better option then living for the sake of keeping memories alive.
She saw him in the moons light and as they peered at one another were tempted to reach out and touch, but knew their lives would change the moment they did.
I am tempted everyday of my life. Jesus was tempted you know, in the desert… for 40 days. Big whoop, I’m constantly tempted… by people who accidentally reveal their test to me in french or when I am alone in the candy aisle at CVS and no one is watching. I am tempted everyday of my life.
Funny, how I pulled up tempted one oneword just as I promised myself that I would accomplish this writing exercise, treat myself to something that’s been nagging at me since I got home mere minutes ago, and then move on to 750words. I was tempted to skip the two of these, but I knew I would never get back to them…
It’s was when his heartbeat returned back to normal that he really became tempted.
Lord, help.
Thanks…until next time.
Love Dave
Today I felt tempted to some change, so I changed my hair, from reddish brown, to a bluish black and I must say that I’ve never looked more bad-ass.
I am tempted to kiss you and replace that frown with laughter at my unexpected attempt at romance. I am tempted, but I do not give in. It is more difficult than it appears for me to break free from the restraints of my Self and give in to the desires of my heart.
i am tempted to love someone else, but still tempted to take you back. i am tempted to run away and be free but temptations of all these things has a hold on me. i’m tempted to let you go, but want to hold on. i’ve heard staying is hard, but letting go makes you strong.
I am tempted to just fool around this afternoon and tidy up my apartment/office. I have so many things to do, but I think I will feel much better if I do some cozy little taking care of my environment things. I am really glad I saw that word, because I love to do things I am tempted to do! In the past that might have been getting into a little bit of trouble, but I am much more well-behaved in my older youth! ha ha ha!
When I am tempted to do things I think about the outcome first sometimes other times I would be like screw it.
Red lips, cherry kisses. Nips on the shoulder blade. Smoky eyes. What tempts you? She tempts you. Especially lying beneath you on the mattress. Looking into your eyes, wanting you to love her. But do you? You bite her lip, and crush her hair in your hand.
When i am tempted i can think of only the need to do something tempted means to want to do something.
shally felt the longing in her loins and was tempted to let the fire consume her.instead,she released from kathleen and took her hand in her own.the three of them held hands as they ran to the landing zone.
Often she had felt it, that tingle, the delicious wondering, anticipation of a forbidden taste, touch or other indulgence. But always the Spartan within her had resisted, but not today, today she was going to GIVE IN to it, it would be a day she would always remember, the day that she took the first step towards true happiness, through abandonment of the rules, complete disregard for structure, order and convention.
always we are tempted with good and bad
sometimes the bad wins but we try to make sure the good wins out over all
tempted as with candies or colors to the eyes can be violence and unnatural things in life
hard to avoid but best if you do
tempted. me. im a shy person. i am drowned in a sea of people everyday. walking from class to class in a daze. they speak. i murmer. they laugh. i seldom smile. i am tempted to say something. anything. although i never know what to say. sometimes i wonder if theres something wrong with me and everyone else is normal. either way i am tempted.
temted means to i was tempted to try a ne
I am always tempted by what looks good. I don’t think I just want. This temptation never seems to go away. I can’t help it. I’m stuck with this demond inside of me that tempts me. When will it go away?
I am tempted by the sight of the cabinets, all that food just waiting to find its way into some mouth–probably mine, but not today. The temptation of chocolate, of a perfectly-salted cracker, of a crisp rich nut…why did the human body have to be designed to want so much more food than it can properly use?
Tempted. What am I supposed to write about? I don’t understand how tempted could possibly be a good word to write. I’m tempted to put a bullet it my brain because this is so stupid. What the heck.
It’s a hot night. My two-year old eats his ice cream slowly, so slowly. I am tempted to lick it for him.
“Cam, your ice cream is melting,” I say, “Would you like Momma to help you?”
“Yes.”
I eat it to the bottom of the cone. He looks at me like I’m eating the last bit of food in the world. I give it back to him. I am no longer hungry for ice cream.
Tempted to just eat chocolate for supper, the white crackly kind, but my migraine tells me I’m being a lazy twit, and that I’d better get my act together.
he wasnt tempted to try jumping into the lake off of the high rock.
sexual, food, cake, fashion, shoes, traveling, sun, CHOCOLATE! ice cream,. italy, lingerie, lace, long hair
I’m tempted by so much that I get very tense, I suppose. I always find myself feeling guilty for something or the other. I don’t particularly enjoy these things after I’ve done them, the guilt is always more than the pleasure.
If I was tempted, it was only for a moment. I looked into his deep, liquid-brown eyes and felt remorse for even considering such a heinous act. He gurgled and grinned toothlessly at me, perfect in his naivety.
The chocolate bar sat on the bench between us, my impotent guilt alongside it. Truly, taking candy from a baby is not as easy as they say.
i’m tempted daily to find…. something. I want to find purpose, meaning, life, etc. the temptation is always there. i feel like no matter where i am in life, i will never be satisfied. in some ways, i’m perfectly okay with it.
wanting, nice looking, something that you are convinced to do, greed, convinced, wishing you had it, avarice
i was going do it one time, but i really didn’t want to. i was pressured. but then i decided that it wasn’t the best idea. so i didn’t do it. i guess i was tempted.
She glanced at her reflection in the bus window. She was pulling away, being pulled towards the thing she felt writhing in her gut. How many more miles to satiate the beast? She licked her lips and tied up her copper locks as the telephone poles clipped by, one by one teasing the pulse that quickened in her pierced navel.
Die Versuchung. Ja. Sie war immer schon da. Sie lauerte. Es durfte nicht sein. Niemand hatte es laut gesagt. Es schwirrte leise ziepend in der Luft wie winzige Metallpropeller. Gut, Oma hatte bestimmt bei irgendeiner Gelegenheit fürchterlich empört geschaut oder warnend Luft zwischen den Zähnen herauszischen lassen, ohne dass es mir bewusst gewesen wäre. Aber mein Körper hat das gespeichert und wusste ab diesem Moment, was sein durfte. Und was nicht.
I was tempted to speak to her but thought better of it. She knows what she’s doing. She’ll stop when it suits her. I’m just meandering through her life on the edges of what might have been and what may have happened when we were girls. The temptation to move along is sweeter than the urge to meddle.
I have been tempted to give up what I believe and I have often fallen. In the end or maybe even in between I remember who I am and I feel ashamed. Not because I fell but because I didn’t stand up after I fell, or sometimes just watched what could have been from the ground.
I may be tempted to write something more interesting if I had better prompts. No, that’s blaming the messenger. It’s my short coming if I can’t think of anything better than this to write. Maybe if you could give me fifteen seconds to think about it first.
She was always tempted to tell him how she really felt. He was amazing in every way, and more so than anyone she had ever met. The way he smiled affected her like no one elses smile did. The way he laughed with her, or made her laugh made her life so much better. He was Smart, she felt like she could learn so much wordly knowledge from him.