Tempted by an act of contemplation
Condemnation is to action
As stagnation is to station
For on one side of the line there is you
On the other side of the line there is me
Should one of us hop over to the other
We’d double our numbers, true
This is an act of calculation
And dare I say
It frightens me
tempted to write something witty don’t know what tempted to go out an get a chocolate bar after reading a fb stauts update that somebody had chocolate on there mind. tempted but not gonna, resisting something wanted tht I know is not good for me.
He looked at me, turning his head slightly to the left. His hair was falling into his eyes, those eyes that were a storm at sea, boring into me as I said one word. “yes.” I was tempted to say no.
She was tempted. Not immorally, no; Grace was far too refined and had too good of a nature for that. She liked being around James, liked the feelings he gave her. She felt safe with him, a feeling the other man in her life, her father, could not give her.
Her brother was always there for her, but she needed another male influence in her life. James was that man, she decided. Now only if she could get the nerve up to talk to him.
Tempted. I have been tempted many times. Often, I fail. It’s almost funny how easy it is to fail when sex is involved. Tempt a guy one time and if you even raise a finger later, he’ll raise more than that. I’ve been tempted.
tempted, sexually, aroused, with someone you’re attracted to. forbidden, you need it, you want it, its there.. take it. ecstasy for youre body, for youre body. refreshing, release.
I am always tempted to stretch out a little further, to just brush the tips of my fingers against the forbidden fruit. I promise myself just one touch, and no further, if I give in just a little bit I will go no further. Yet when I get so close, I am tempted more, for the smell of that sweet fruit, tempts me to taste, and yet I curl my fingers back towards myself, knowing if I reach out the poisons on MY skin will rot that lovely fruit. And yet, I am tempted, as I see her reach for you, and you don’t shrivel.
tempted to love, tempted to share, tempted to explain the feelings that were never there. tempted to understand what love meant, tempted to lean in and listen to the love that was bent. tempted to notice that the love we shared, was just temptations in a race.
Tempted to explore the unknown, speak up when no when else does, tempted to use my voice, tempted to stand up for people. Tempted to make this place better, Tempted to change. Change the world. Temptation is good.
I was walking down the street and I saw it, the big chocolate bar that had plagued my mind since getting off of the train. Why did chocolate have to be so tempting? I haven’t eaten all day, maybe just one bar won’t hurt. I press forward. I can’t. This is a weakness. A temptation I’ve never conquered.
to eat to play tempted to explore the unknown go on adventures quit my job, eat the forbidden fruit. tempted to fly, tempted to be unreserved to do the unknown. temptation can be great
I’ve always been tempted to tell someone that I just like girls’ boobs…and I am a girl…mine are not so nice so I guess that’s why…But I don’t think I’ll ever tell anyone..they’ll think I’m gay. Am I gay for that? I don’t really think so. Now I’m tempted to touch one so find out.
I was tempted by the smell of her perfume, but it was her farts that really turned me on.
“Ooh baby, what’d you eat earlier today?”
She just smiled at me and let one rip as she moved her head toward my crotch.
She was tempted to tell him off right then and there, but there was a look in his eyes – something raw, desolate – that stayed her tongue. Whatever he was risking by bringing her here, she could repay by at least taking a moment to listen to what he had to say.
Why is it that everytime I come home, I’m unbelievably tempted to see you, to get in my car and drive the unreasonable distance, to sit through the agony of trying to make a conversation out of thin air? Why do I do it over and over? It’s not love. Well, maybe it is…but it’s not you, it’s gotta be something else. Missing being with someone? I’ve heard that, and it makes sense. But either way, temptress, you may be the most eye-catching woman I’ve ever been with, but outta sight…outta mind.
by the fruit of another? apparently he was. and there was nothing i could do to stop him. now that we’re through, I’ve found out a bit more than i might have wanted to know …and yet I’m still curious. knowing more would be maddening, as is knowing the little bit i know now. i simply cannot win. but it’s done. i have that, at least.
Tempted by the subtle curve of her hips, the soft glimmer in her eyes, he stared for a moment too long. He was captivated by her because she was everything that he couldn’t have. She was dangerously beautiful with a remarkable intelligence. Though her best feature; she was completely out of his league and completely Christian. He always did love a challenge.
Tempted by the subtle curve of her hips, the soft glimmer in her eyes, he stared for a moment too long. He was captivated by her because she was everything that he couldn’t have. She was dangerously beautiful with a remarkable intelligence. Though her best feature; she was undeniably Christian.
I have been tempted. By boys, money, booze. Everything is a lurking temptation just waiting to come out and bite the victim walking by. Every day we face this evil. We have no protection against it.
He tempted me with his stare. Everyday he looked at me as if he expected me to take hold of him and kiss him so passionately and everyday I looked away. I couldn’t handle the temptation of his gaze.
i feel. weak kneed and wet thighed and picturing you creased in the corners of my lips. bubbly baths and dense buds are my only resolution, and this makes me need your shoulder and a little bit of sympathy, although empathy will satisfy this current
I find a lot of things tempting. Food, wants and people. Mostly people, I find them very tempting at times, one in particular. I’ve been called a temptress by Ian, so I guess it’s kind of ironic how easily I’m tempted! Man, I also find cake tempting. I want to eat chocolate so bad, but I have to resist or I’ll get fat. Stupid temptations!
tempted. seduction. self control. what temps me? too many flashy things. too many illusions of love. temptation is what the Devil’s cloak is made out of.
I have been tempted my whole life. To cheat, to steal, to hurt others. All temptation is bad, you know you shouldn’t do it… But you just do anyways. But sometimes temptation works in your favor. You just need to decide what kind
The way she played with her hair, twirling it continuously around her finger. The way she moved, so slowly, so sensually. I wanted to reach out, and touch those hips as they swayed. But I couldnt, could I? She was so perfect, and I am not.
i feel. weak kneed and wet thighed and picturing you creased in the corners of my lips. bubble baths and bud are my only resolution, and this makes me need your shoulder and a little bit of sympathy, although empathy will do.
without, lacking, devoid of inhibitions, loss of control, inability to accept limitations, all done with acknowledgement of conscience but not completely concerned about it.
She saw him as she did everyday. He smiled at her across the room and she blushed and turned away. He tempted her in every way and she liked that. She wondered what it would be like to feel his lips against hers.
i saw it. it was right there one the counter. right in front of me, not moving, not gloating, but just there. i wanted to approach it but i was wary. never before had i encountered something so surreal and so beautiful; and then it was gone.
She tempted me with her stare, that undercover knowing. I felt compelled to step forward, to reach out and take the flames of things I never knew before, but had the heart to learn. Steps counted backwards leading you upwards, to fall, stumble, and be alive. A gasp, a shriek, and a laughter with no intention of ever regretting again.
Tempted to the dark side, in it’s impossible logic. I’ve held on so dearly to the meaning and the virtue of this world. I’ve spent hours rationalizing it, and in a clean sweep she disproves that. As effortlessly as dying she explains that there isn’t much here to it. Sort of like a magician revealing the secret. Tempted to try that power.
She didn’t want it to happen, didn’t mean for it to happen, but it happened. It was so easy. So sweet. So tempting. It was the worst mistake she could ever have made.
Why had she given in? Why didn’t she fight? It was too late to say. She didn’t know.
I am tempted to call Joshua. But I won’t. He is my lover and best friend but I don’t want to annoy ghim. He said that he loved me but he hasn’t said it since. Was it all just a farce? Did he really mean it?? Who knows. I wish he would say it more. I wouldn’t feel so shitty. I love the boy but I worry sometimes that he doesn’t really feel the same way I do. He may not. It bothers me that I can’t tell if he loves me for real or not…
Just one more minute. Hit the snooze. Kiss Mark. One more minute…..I am tempted to stay in bed.
Tempted by an act of contemplation
Condemnation is to action
As stagnation is to station
For on one side of the line there is you
On the other side of the line there is me
Should one of us hop over to the other
We’d double our numbers, true
This is an act of calculation
And dare I say
It frightens me
a want for something. wanting to do it but not sure of the outcome. a want to do something. wanting something.
tempted to write something witty don’t know what tempted to go out an get a chocolate bar after reading a fb stauts update that somebody had chocolate on there mind. tempted but not gonna, resisting something wanted tht I know is not good for me.
He looked at me, turning his head slightly to the left. His hair was falling into his eyes, those eyes that were a storm at sea, boring into me as I said one word. “yes.” I was tempted to say no.
She was tempted. Not immorally, no; Grace was far too refined and had too good of a nature for that. She liked being around James, liked the feelings he gave her. She felt safe with him, a feeling the other man in her life, her father, could not give her.
Her brother was always there for her, but she needed another male influence in her life. James was that man, she decided. Now only if she could get the nerve up to talk to him.
Tempted. I have been tempted many times. Often, I fail. It’s almost funny how easy it is to fail when sex is involved. Tempt a guy one time and if you even raise a finger later, he’ll raise more than that. I’ve been tempted.
tempted, sexually, aroused, with someone you’re attracted to. forbidden, you need it, you want it, its there.. take it. ecstasy for youre body, for youre body. refreshing, release.
I am always tempted to stretch out a little further, to just brush the tips of my fingers against the forbidden fruit. I promise myself just one touch, and no further, if I give in just a little bit I will go no further. Yet when I get so close, I am tempted more, for the smell of that sweet fruit, tempts me to taste, and yet I curl my fingers back towards myself, knowing if I reach out the poisons on MY skin will rot that lovely fruit. And yet, I am tempted, as I see her reach for you, and you don’t shrivel.
tempted to love, tempted to share, tempted to explain the feelings that were never there. tempted to understand what love meant, tempted to lean in and listen to the love that was bent. tempted to notice that the love we shared, was just temptations in a race.
Tempted to explore the unknown, speak up when no when else does, tempted to use my voice, tempted to stand up for people. Tempted to make this place better, Tempted to change. Change the world. Temptation is good.
I was walking down the street and I saw it, the big chocolate bar that had plagued my mind since getting off of the train. Why did chocolate have to be so tempting? I haven’t eaten all day, maybe just one bar won’t hurt. I press forward. I can’t. This is a weakness. A temptation I’ve never conquered.
to eat to play tempted to explore the unknown go on adventures quit my job, eat the forbidden fruit. tempted to fly, tempted to be unreserved to do the unknown. temptation can be great
I’ve always been tempted to tell someone that I just like girls’ boobs…and I am a girl…mine are not so nice so I guess that’s why…But I don’t think I’ll ever tell anyone..they’ll think I’m gay. Am I gay for that? I don’t really think so. Now I’m tempted to touch one so find out.
Jane was tempted to see how far Tarzan would go.
I was tempted by the smell of her perfume, but it was her farts that really turned me on.
“Ooh baby, what’d you eat earlier today?”
She just smiled at me and let one rip as she moved her head toward my crotch.
She was tempted to tell him off right then and there, but there was a look in his eyes – something raw, desolate – that stayed her tongue. Whatever he was risking by bringing her here, she could repay by at least taking a moment to listen to what he had to say.
Why is it that everytime I come home, I’m unbelievably tempted to see you, to get in my car and drive the unreasonable distance, to sit through the agony of trying to make a conversation out of thin air? Why do I do it over and over? It’s not love. Well, maybe it is…but it’s not you, it’s gotta be something else. Missing being with someone? I’ve heard that, and it makes sense. But either way, temptress, you may be the most eye-catching woman I’ve ever been with, but outta sight…outta mind.
by the fruit of another? apparently he was. and there was nothing i could do to stop him. now that we’re through, I’ve found out a bit more than i might have wanted to know …and yet I’m still curious. knowing more would be maddening, as is knowing the little bit i know now. i simply cannot win. but it’s done. i have that, at least.
Tempted by the subtle curve of her hips, the soft glimmer in her eyes, he stared for a moment too long. He was captivated by her because she was everything that he couldn’t have. She was dangerously beautiful with a remarkable intelligence. Though her best feature; she was completely out of his league and completely Christian. He always did love a challenge.
thank you.
Tempted by the subtle curve of her hips, the soft glimmer in her eyes, he stared for a moment too long. He was captivated by her because she was everything that he couldn’t have. She was dangerously beautiful with a remarkable intelligence. Though her best feature; she was undeniably Christian.
I have been tempted. By boys, money, booze. Everything is a lurking temptation just waiting to come out and bite the victim walking by. Every day we face this evil. We have no protection against it.
Tempted.
I am tempted.
Tempted to what, you may ask?
Tempted to dance with the devil.
Tempted to push my luck.
Tempted to be selfish.
Tempted to get exactly what I want.
I am always tempted.
But I rarely give in.
Although I have to admit – sometimes I wish I did.
He tempted me with his stare. Everyday he looked at me as if he expected me to take hold of him and kiss him so passionately and everyday I looked away. I couldn’t handle the temptation of his gaze.
i feel. weak kneed and wet thighed and picturing you creased in the corners of my lips. bubbly baths and dense buds are my only resolution, and this makes me need your shoulder and a little bit of sympathy, although empathy will satisfy this current
I find a lot of things tempting. Food, wants and people. Mostly people, I find them very tempting at times, one in particular. I’ve been called a temptress by Ian, so I guess it’s kind of ironic how easily I’m tempted! Man, I also find cake tempting. I want to eat chocolate so bad, but I have to resist or I’ll get fat. Stupid temptations!
tempted. seduction. self control. what temps me? too many flashy things. too many illusions of love. temptation is what the Devil’s cloak is made out of.
I have been tempted my whole life. To cheat, to steal, to hurt others. All temptation is bad, you know you shouldn’t do it… But you just do anyways. But sometimes temptation works in your favor. You just need to decide what kind
The way she played with her hair, twirling it continuously around her finger. The way she moved, so slowly, so sensually. I wanted to reach out, and touch those hips as they swayed. But I couldnt, could I? She was so perfect, and I am not.
i feel. weak kneed and wet thighed and picturing you creased in the corners of my lips. bubble baths and bud are my only resolution, and this makes me need your shoulder and a little bit of sympathy, although empathy will do.
without, lacking, devoid of inhibitions, loss of control, inability to accept limitations, all done with acknowledgement of conscience but not completely concerned about it.
She saw him as she did everyday. He smiled at her across the room and she blushed and turned away. He tempted her in every way and she liked that. She wondered what it would be like to feel his lips against hers.
i saw it. it was right there one the counter. right in front of me, not moving, not gloating, but just there. i wanted to approach it but i was wary. never before had i encountered something so surreal and so beautiful; and then it was gone.
She tempted me with her stare, that undercover knowing. I felt compelled to step forward, to reach out and take the flames of things I never knew before, but had the heart to learn. Steps counted backwards leading you upwards, to fall, stumble, and be alive. A gasp, a shriek, and a laughter with no intention of ever regretting again.
Tempted to the dark side, in it’s impossible logic. I’ve held on so dearly to the meaning and the virtue of this world. I’ve spent hours rationalizing it, and in a clean sweep she disproves that. As effortlessly as dying she explains that there isn’t much here to it. Sort of like a magician revealing the secret. Tempted to try that power.
i’m tempted to run –
i want to get away from here.
home is where the pain is.
home is where the lies live.
i want to leave.
to say i love you to your face, but worried you aren’t. no, i know you don’t, but i do. sorry.it’ll end badly.
She didn’t want it to happen, didn’t mean for it to happen, but it happened. It was so easy. So sweet. So tempting. It was the worst mistake she could ever have made.
Why had she given in? Why didn’t she fight? It was too late to say. She didn’t know.
I am tempted to call Joshua. But I won’t. He is my lover and best friend but I don’t want to annoy ghim. He said that he loved me but he hasn’t said it since. Was it all just a farce? Did he really mean it?? Who knows. I wish he would say it more. I wouldn’t feel so shitty. I love the boy but I worry sometimes that he doesn’t really feel the same way I do. He may not. It bothers me that I can’t tell if he loves me for real or not…