Temptation

My vibe shivers and aches by the pound for something alive. Temptation. Oh, it calls so swiftly and with diligence that even I, one who is concealed in stone must find myself on my knees before it, praying to it with a selfish lust in my chest. Midnight is the hour of such a labor, for this was the hour that opened my eyes to amorous red! This was the hour I emerged from the cobble! I could hear the whispers of temptation through the deepest cores of my senses, and it raged through me like a wildfire to the thickest Amazon, searching for my voice, for an answer, for a taste of oblivion through and through! It raced through me as soft as breath and took to me well with faith's promise stitched to its back and I could but reach my hand from the cracks, striving to plummet from the dark, to fuse myself with the tempt, to feel anything beyond solid ground! And with my poor strength beneath all, I merely laid one finger upon it and swooned in pure satisfaction. Ay, me, I need it but once more. Temptation.