Temptation
a text message came through
and she knew it was wrong to
answer the blatant booty call -
agony was all it would lead to
and she tried her best to
abstain from texting back but
as she began to daydream
about his hands and mouth
all over her skin, her
amnesia departed once again
at the bar a man sips whiskey
an apple martini in her hand, the
allure was too much to resist, her
aching skin thirst only for him
as he led her to the bedroom
arms intertwined, falling into bed,
as tongues merged and hips connected
at dawn she found herself
alone chastising herself with
acidic guilt filling her heart
A/N: written 10/22/15 for Creative Writing Prompt "It's Not About Me"
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