Temptation: A poem  

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Sweet nectar on her lips 

She sways her lissome hips 

How one’s heart rips 

Tremble one’s fingertips 

A dragon breathes its fire 

Through a fairy of desire 

One melts at the windfall 

The fruit of the serpent’s call 

Lightning blazes with thunder’s shout 

Dazzled conscience has no clout 

Then one is up and about 

Moral corrals to flout 

But the petals will wither bleak 

When the tree’s roots go weak 

One will be betrayed by poison 

When one has written one’s own treason 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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