Tempt

by racheleroh

I wish I had met you a year ago

Before I became enveloped in unhealthy habits and people

Because now I’m afraid to touch you

Out of fear that my dirt will rub off on your porcelain skin

But all I want to do is run my fingers over your arms and wrap them in your hair

And the devil knows I always give into temptations

But you’re the purest soul I’ve ever seen

And in my heart I know that it would be wrong to not keep you clean.

-r.e.

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