So I wrote a poem today and intended it to be about fear, but it can easily be sin or any other specific vice like that. Anyways, I want to share it with you because I like it. 


Fear is seductive
His hot, 
stinging breath 
dances upon my mouth
familiar, warm and 
out of reach 
calling me to come in 
closer, closer.
His firm, strong hand
placed on my lower back
draws me into him.
I take a step
and then another.
My body presses against his
and his lips burn me 
as he kisses my forehead lightly, 
leaving a strange feeling
an empty feeling
where his lips touched.
Then he tilts my chin up
and kisses me.
His tongue scorches my mouth
burns my lips
blisters my tongue.
I cry out in pain
and try to pull away,
too late.
His strong, restricting arms
wrap around me
capturing me in his painful embrace.
The fire's unbearable
I'm ready to die
My clothes burn off
then he drops me.
I stand there
naked and exposed to him.
Every imperfection and burn
is exposed.
Intimacy and desire 
replaced with confusion
"I thought you loved me"
"I don't love you, my dear"
he said in his sweetest voice
"I NEED you.
so come back...
and I'll care for you.
Feed me
and I'll be there for you"
He holds his arms out 
waiting for my response.
I turn to walk away
but something holds me back
where once stood a man named Fear
was now an infant.
I pick him up.
I cuddle him.
And I carry him home.
After all, 
he's just a helpless babe,
right?