I’m tempted to have sex with someone. Someone who’s souls is connected to mine. I’m tempted to leave my life. I’m tempted to do things that i’ve never done with another person before. I wish my life hadn’t been transcribed before i could meet this person. My soul mate. I’m tempted to just die to make it all easier for both of us.
Everything flashed in front of me. I was tempted to run, tempted to leave him and never look into his beautiful eyes again. The deep brown of his eyes bore into my own. He breathed deeply, and tears fell from my own eyes. I pursed my lips, and temptation faded.
the ropes dig into my neck, the salt of the sea stinging raw flesh opened by rough fibers. i want this, and yet i cannot have it. i want it the way he wanted it before his temptation was satisfied.
Tempted. Ahh, what an accurate word. I’m tempted to give up on my homework. I’m tempted to call him right now. I’m tempted to jump in the car right now and drive to him (unlicenced, mind you). I’m tempted to sleep for the next three weeks. I’m tempted to drink a handle of vodka. I’m tempted to care way too much. Scratch that, I already do.
smile through the sermon, pretend you are not affected by the scalding wounds left by tender kisses. she is not here, and it is sin to want her around your waist the way you do right now.
The temptation of whatever we are lusting after is increased by the tangibility of it; but, why is it, that whenever something is more impossible to obtain, the more we want it? Tempted to dream about a life outside our own, to covet what’s not ours, to hope for something different.
I am tempted to throw it all away. Tempted to call it a day. Tempted to end all of my pain. Tempted to pull the trigger today. Tempted to drown my sorrow with this whiskey, straight from the bottle.
I see you, Criterion Collection Blu-Rays. I see you, Barnes and Noble books. I see you, pretty lady sitting across the room. Can I have any of these things? I wish.
lust, she felt hot and knew it was only a matter of time before she would succumb. She thought she’d gotten past this side of her nature, that she was a “nice girl” now, that she’d moved on. But that was before she met him.
Like fire in bones
Like water in lungs
Like heat in the heart
Like cold in the feet
Temptation is sweet
Temptation is dangerous
Temptation is temporary
Temptation is impulse
I am tempted. By ice cream, by his laugh. By the women on the streets that walk carelessly while my thoughts weigh me down. I am tempting. To those women, to those around me. Am I tempting to myself? I don’t think any of us are. To ourselves, I mean. What we don’t have calls us.
“You certainly took your time to answer,” Malcolm said in her ear. “I was tempted not to answer at all. I can’t believe you forgot my Birthday, again,” Lynda replied as she navigated her car into the driveway. “Well, if you hadn’t,” he laughed lightly. “You wouldn’t know where your present is.” “What,” she jerked the car to a stop. “You remembered?” “Look in the glove compartment,” he replied. Lynda popped it open and a small blue, velvet box fell into her hand. “Try it on,” he said. Lynda opened the box and gasped at the beautiful sapphire ring inside. She slipped it on her ring finger. “It’s a perfect fit,” he said. “Wait a minute,” Lynda cried. “How do you know it’s a perfect fit? And how did you know I’m in my car?” “Because,” he answered. “I redirected F1-AFAR Satellite to look in on you. And you’re on the main monitor here at Base Camp.” He turned to the rest of his team. “Say ‘hello,’ fellas,” he said. And the entire Mars 1 Outpost Colonization team yelled, “Happy Birthday!”
I’m tempted by a lot of things.
There’s those cookies that I made yesterday (who cares if the bottoms are slightly burnt?) that are sitting RIGHT THERE!
There’s my bed and it’s so amazingly warm and comfortable in the morning.
But most of all, I’m tempted by him.
To be, or not to be? That is the question…the temptation. I’m tempted to just give it all away. For you. That would be the best thing for us. All the insecurities and second guesses.
i don’t know what to do. I’m tempted to let go and just run away, but i can’t do that to you, you’re different. I need to let you go slowly. I need to let you down little by little. You were broken and i fixed you. Now you’re dependent and needy. I’m a free spirit, i need to run.
Estoy tentado a tomarla, a besarla, a decirle muchas cosas para las cuales siento que aun no estoy listo, me da miedo regresar a lo mismo, a ese abismo tan profundo que siento que hasta la fecha no logro salir del todo. TIene futuro lo sé, pero me gustaría tomar mis precauciones, es idéntica a mí, y simplemente, eso me encanta. Creo que tener un lado artístico desarrollado es casi requisito para que alguien me guste aunque en este caso fue mera casualidad. Me encantas Elena.
i was tempted to eat the apple just like eve did and then how she tempted adam, that evil woman. but it was not only her fault.
another thing about tempted, men tempt women, women tempt men. i believe e should form a generation where women dress modestly and our people keep their thoughts pure and righteous. one man and one women should come together under one marriage when they burn with passion and just remain that way, i think it best.
i am tempted to do many things; to think, first all, because there is a sixty second time limit. I am also tempted to close this window right now, because i am quite lazy, but the temptation of starting to write again, which has always brought me joy, is much greater.
Dom stood in the candlelight with his back to Mr Jansen.
Jansen had an air of irrepressible satisfied triumph. He stood with a hand outstretched, his thumb holding a white envelope thick with the paper inside.
“It’s yours if you want it,” Jansen said calmly, a broad grin on his old, waxen face. “You give me what I want, you give me your brother’s whereabouts, how to find him, and I’ll make sure you get more than your fare share- more even than this,” he shook his right hand, indicating the envelope.
“And if I decline?” Dom was shaking, his fists were clenched and his palms were sweating. The hairs on his back and neck stood up, adding to his discomfort.
“If you decline, it will be,” Jensen paused to find the right word, his pleasantness was unnerving, “unfortunate, but I don’t think you’ll decline. I have what you need, and I have what your poor, dear sister needs,” he mocked theatrically, each word more gloating than the last. “You would be foolish not to accept.”
Dom turned to the old man, saw the small flames dancing in his eyes, a gleeful malice about his face. He would not succumb to that. He had read of Judas in old world scriptures. He was no Judas.
“Well if it’s all the same to you, then I decline,” said Dom coolly. For a moment he had actually weighed the options. He was not angry anymore, his choice was clear and made.
Mr Jansen’s face did not change.
“Oh, you sweet, noble idiot,” Jansen’s voice betrayed his demeanor. “I had taken you for the wise brother, not the dead one,” he laughed to himself, “well I suppose you’ll both be the dead one soon enough; you just get a head start.”
He lifted her chin and looked into her pale blue eyes, he was tempted to tell her how he really felt, but could he trust her?
“What?” she said jerking her head away from his hand.
He let his arm drop to his side, a feeling of despair enveloped him, but he just smiled and said, “Nothing.”
I was so tempted to get back together with you. or to not break up with you in the first place. But you used me, betrayed me, lied to me, deceived me, and cheated on me. You don’t deserve to have me. I was also tempted to contact your dad. Because you need help, like years and years and years of therapy and counseling. You’re not ready for any type of relationship. You don’t have the capability to love anyone, let alone me. You don’t cheat on the person you say you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.
to take that last slice of cake, to love someone that’s unattainable. to have something that you could never have had before. to do something dangerous, something out of your comfort zone. so close, yet so far…
i am so tempted to tell you how much i love you. but how can i without a reassuring answer. i am so tempted to kiss you whenever we say goodbye. but how can i if you dont love me back. my temptations are not ruling me, but i wish they were so i wouldnt be so afraid to tell you that you are my biggest temptation.
We are all tempted by many things. Tempted to steal, tempted to lie…To be tempted it to be seduced by something you already want but don’t have. It offers a choice. Take what you want, but do you need it?
errmmm chocolate, i’m tempted to eat chocolate
i’m tempted to stay up late even though i have to wake up early tomorrow
i’m tempted to exit out of this because i’m brain-dead
Ah, temptation. Out of all the vices humanity has, lust seems to be the real deal-breaker in most societies. Not that I blame them, mind you. Temptation is a powerful thing, whether it’s for sex or anything else. Drugs, power, what have you. It’s all offered as a possible bribe to do terrible things, and people often do them.
She was tempted to steal her roommate’s marshmallows, but knowing that she had not eaten dinner, she resisted. Instead, she made tea–first the Thai tea from the Asian store, then the green tea her mother had given her ages ago, perhaps before she knew that it was best for women over their 30’s, but not so much for younger women.
Tempted by the light of the night.
The heat swarming in; the cloudiness water of fire
Hear the soft spoken word that is ever said; by the field of dandelions; by the puffs of luck that swim in the air…
Fly into the sun and dazzle the stars with that ever lasting glow.
i’ve never been so tempted in my life. it just called out to me, begged me to come back. “never.” i said. I promised myself. but it was empty. an empty promise once again. i came crawling back to my addiction, and smiled as the blood dripped from my wrist. i shall not make promises anymore. i long too often for the blade to dig into my skin and to feel the pain that people bring me. do you see my sadness now?
I guess this word represents a lot. It’s like Jesus and God, you know? And Job. I really think he got a raw deal honestly. God let Satan tempt him. And Job just stuck it out. But it wasn’t fair.
Everyone talks about me like I’m sort of whore, as though apples equate to sex. I wasn’t looking for sex, I had spent every moment surrounded by wild beasts; I was familiar with copulation. I wanted to know what he knew, needed to know the how and the why, consequences be damned…and me I suppose.
The knife sat in the corner, beckoning the darkness within me once more. In the glint of it’s cold steel, I saw the reflections of so many eyes. So many eyes weeping, so many eyes that could no longer see. I felt the rage. Now I just feel tempted.
I can’t stop eating ice cream! There’s something about it that makes it so much more important than the other things in life! like, when I see a beautiful chocolate cone, I don’t care about obesity, all I want is that small satisfaction.
I was tempted by the worst of things, and I was to blame. I was tempted by that thing everyone thinks for the first half of their life they’re immune to. Things like this would be the death of any man, and if it were not for her, it would have.
I’m tempted to scream
Everyone hates me
I have two houses
One house both my parents are angry
I have two allies
Neither of which are me
I’m tempted to run away
I’m tempted to have sex with someone. Someone who’s souls is connected to mine. I’m tempted to leave my life. I’m tempted to do things that i’ve never done with another person before. I wish my life hadn’t been transcribed before i could meet this person. My soul mate. I’m tempted to just die to make it all easier for both of us.
i’m tempted to procrastinate
i’m tempted to eat chocolate
i’m tempted to watch too much tv
i’m tempted to daydream
i’m tempted easily!
i’
Everything flashed in front of me. I was tempted to run, tempted to leave him and never look into his beautiful eyes again. The deep brown of his eyes bore into my own. He breathed deeply, and tears fell from my own eyes. I pursed my lips, and temptation faded.
the ropes dig into my neck, the salt of the sea stinging raw flesh opened by rough fibers. i want this, and yet i cannot have it. i want it the way he wanted it before his temptation was satisfied.
Tempted. Ahh, what an accurate word. I’m tempted to give up on my homework. I’m tempted to call him right now. I’m tempted to jump in the car right now and drive to him (unlicenced, mind you). I’m tempted to sleep for the next three weeks. I’m tempted to drink a handle of vodka. I’m tempted to care way too much. Scratch that, I already do.
I have the willpower of Lindsay Lohan’s nostrils.
smile through the sermon, pretend you are not affected by the scalding wounds left by tender kisses. she is not here, and it is sin to want her around your waist the way you do right now.
The temptation of whatever we are lusting after is increased by the tangibility of it; but, why is it, that whenever something is more impossible to obtain, the more we want it? Tempted to dream about a life outside our own, to covet what’s not ours, to hope for something different.
I am tempted to throw it all away. Tempted to call it a day. Tempted to end all of my pain. Tempted to pull the trigger today. Tempted to drown my sorrow with this whiskey, straight from the bottle.
hands brush. lips touch. brains boggle.
skin touches skin.
hearts do not connect –
lust does.
how futile, to believe
they will be redeemed.
I see you, Criterion Collection Blu-Rays. I see you, Barnes and Noble books. I see you, pretty lady sitting across the room. Can I have any of these things? I wish.
lust, she felt hot and knew it was only a matter of time before she would succumb. She thought she’d gotten past this side of her nature, that she was a “nice girl” now, that she’d moved on. But that was before she met him.
Like fire in bones
Like water in lungs
Like heat in the heart
Like cold in the feet
Temptation is sweet
Temptation is dangerous
Temptation is temporary
Temptation is impulse
I am tempted. By ice cream, by his laugh. By the women on the streets that walk carelessly while my thoughts weigh me down. I am tempting. To those women, to those around me. Am I tempting to myself? I don’t think any of us are. To ourselves, I mean. What we don’t have calls us.
“You certainly took your time to answer,” Malcolm said in her ear. “I was tempted not to answer at all. I can’t believe you forgot my Birthday, again,” Lynda replied as she navigated her car into the driveway. “Well, if you hadn’t,” he laughed lightly. “You wouldn’t know where your present is.” “What,” she jerked the car to a stop. “You remembered?” “Look in the glove compartment,” he replied. Lynda popped it open and a small blue, velvet box fell into her hand. “Try it on,” he said. Lynda opened the box and gasped at the beautiful sapphire ring inside. She slipped it on her ring finger. “It’s a perfect fit,” he said. “Wait a minute,” Lynda cried. “How do you know it’s a perfect fit? And how did you know I’m in my car?” “Because,” he answered. “I redirected F1-AFAR Satellite to look in on you. And you’re on the main monitor here at Base Camp.” He turned to the rest of his team. “Say ‘hello,’ fellas,” he said. And the entire Mars 1 Outpost Colonization team yelled, “Happy Birthday!”
I’m tempted by a lot of things.
There’s those cookies that I made yesterday (who cares if the bottoms are slightly burnt?) that are sitting RIGHT THERE!
There’s my bed and it’s so amazingly warm and comfortable in the morning.
But most of all, I’m tempted by him.
To be, or not to be? That is the question…the temptation. I’m tempted to just give it all away. For you. That would be the best thing for us. All the insecurities and second guesses.
i don’t know what to do. I’m tempted to let go and just run away, but i can’t do that to you, you’re different. I need to let you go slowly. I need to let you down little by little. You were broken and i fixed you. Now you’re dependent and needy. I’m a free spirit, i need to run.
Estoy tentado a tomarla, a besarla, a decirle muchas cosas para las cuales siento que aun no estoy listo, me da miedo regresar a lo mismo, a ese abismo tan profundo que siento que hasta la fecha no logro salir del todo. TIene futuro lo sé, pero me gustaría tomar mis precauciones, es idéntica a mí, y simplemente, eso me encanta. Creo que tener un lado artístico desarrollado es casi requisito para que alguien me guste aunque en este caso fue mera casualidad. Me encantas Elena.
i was tempted to eat the apple just like eve did and then how she tempted adam, that evil woman. but it was not only her fault.
another thing about tempted, men tempt women, women tempt men. i believe e should form a generation where women dress modestly and our people keep their thoughts pure and righteous. one man and one women should come together under one marriage when they burn with passion and just remain that way, i think it best.
i am tempted to do many things; to think, first all, because there is a sixty second time limit. I am also tempted to close this window right now, because i am quite lazy, but the temptation of starting to write again, which has always brought me joy, is much greater.
Dom stood in the candlelight with his back to Mr Jansen.
Jansen had an air of irrepressible satisfied triumph. He stood with a hand outstretched, his thumb holding a white envelope thick with the paper inside.
“It’s yours if you want it,” Jansen said calmly, a broad grin on his old, waxen face. “You give me what I want, you give me your brother’s whereabouts, how to find him, and I’ll make sure you get more than your fare share- more even than this,” he shook his right hand, indicating the envelope.
“And if I decline?” Dom was shaking, his fists were clenched and his palms were sweating. The hairs on his back and neck stood up, adding to his discomfort.
“If you decline, it will be,” Jensen paused to find the right word, his pleasantness was unnerving, “unfortunate, but I don’t think you’ll decline. I have what you need, and I have what your poor, dear sister needs,” he mocked theatrically, each word more gloating than the last. “You would be foolish not to accept.”
Dom turned to the old man, saw the small flames dancing in his eyes, a gleeful malice about his face. He would not succumb to that. He had read of Judas in old world scriptures. He was no Judas.
“Well if it’s all the same to you, then I decline,” said Dom coolly. For a moment he had actually weighed the options. He was not angry anymore, his choice was clear and made.
Mr Jansen’s face did not change.
“Oh, you sweet, noble idiot,” Jansen’s voice betrayed his demeanor. “I had taken you for the wise brother, not the dead one,” he laughed to himself, “well I suppose you’ll both be the dead one soon enough; you just get a head start.”
He lifted her chin and looked into her pale blue eyes, he was tempted to tell her how he really felt, but could he trust her?
“What?” she said jerking her head away from his hand.
He let his arm drop to his side, a feeling of despair enveloped him, but he just smiled and said, “Nothing.”
I was so tempted to get back together with you. or to not break up with you in the first place. But you used me, betrayed me, lied to me, deceived me, and cheated on me. You don’t deserve to have me. I was also tempted to contact your dad. Because you need help, like years and years and years of therapy and counseling. You’re not ready for any type of relationship. You don’t have the capability to love anyone, let alone me. You don’t cheat on the person you say you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.
tempted
to you
to smile at you
to see you
to stalk you
to love you
i love temptation
and my temptation is you
to take that last slice of cake, to love someone that’s unattainable. to have something that you could never have had before. to do something dangerous, something out of your comfort zone. so close, yet so far…
i am so tempted to tell you how much i love you. but how can i without a reassuring answer. i am so tempted to kiss you whenever we say goodbye. but how can i if you dont love me back. my temptations are not ruling me, but i wish they were so i wouldnt be so afraid to tell you that you are my biggest temptation.
hwello im chjinchin.. i am an esep student from lnhs, thats in philippines
We are all tempted by many things. Tempted to steal, tempted to lie…To be tempted it to be seduced by something you already want but don’t have. It offers a choice. Take what you want, but do you need it?
errmmm chocolate, i’m tempted to eat chocolate
i’m tempted to stay up late even though i have to wake up early tomorrow
i’m tempted to exit out of this because i’m brain-dead
Ah, temptation. Out of all the vices humanity has, lust seems to be the real deal-breaker in most societies. Not that I blame them, mind you. Temptation is a powerful thing, whether it’s for sex or anything else. Drugs, power, what have you. It’s all offered as a possible bribe to do terrible things, and people often do them.
She was tempted to steal her roommate’s marshmallows, but knowing that she had not eaten dinner, she resisted. Instead, she made tea–first the Thai tea from the Asian store, then the green tea her mother had given her ages ago, perhaps before she knew that it was best for women over their 30’s, but not so much for younger women.
Tempted by the light of the night.
The heat swarming in; the cloudiness water of fire
Hear the soft spoken word that is ever said; by the field of dandelions; by the puffs of luck that swim in the air…
Fly into the sun and dazzle the stars with that ever lasting glow.
i’ve never been so tempted in my life. it just called out to me, begged me to come back. “never.” i said. I promised myself. but it was empty. an empty promise once again. i came crawling back to my addiction, and smiled as the blood dripped from my wrist. i shall not make promises anymore. i long too often for the blade to dig into my skin and to feel the pain that people bring me. do you see my sadness now?
I guess this word represents a lot. It’s like Jesus and God, you know? And Job. I really think he got a raw deal honestly. God let Satan tempt him. And Job just stuck it out. But it wasn’t fair.
Everyone talks about me like I’m sort of whore, as though apples equate to sex. I wasn’t looking for sex, I had spent every moment surrounded by wild beasts; I was familiar with copulation. I wanted to know what he knew, needed to know the how and the why, consequences be damned…and me I suppose.
The knife sat in the corner, beckoning the darkness within me once more. In the glint of it’s cold steel, I saw the reflections of so many eyes. So many eyes weeping, so many eyes that could no longer see. I felt the rage. Now I just feel tempted.
I can’t stop eating ice cream! There’s something about it that makes it so much more important than the other things in life! like, when I see a beautiful chocolate cone, I don’t care about obesity, all I want is that small satisfaction.
I was tempted by the worst of things, and I was to blame. I was tempted by that thing everyone thinks for the first half of their life they’re immune to. Things like this would be the death of any man, and if it were not for her, it would have.
i get tempted a lot. right now i’m tempted to kill this computer/website. either one really. i dont think i get this site and i’m about done trying.
I’m tempted to scream
Everyone hates me
I have two houses
One house both my parents are angry
I have two allies
Neither of which are me
I’m tempted to run away