Temptation

Did you ever try to know temptation? Not fall into one. Not avoid one. Not judge someone based on his interaction with one. But get to know her.

To come to think of it, it works in fairly simple ways. Or at least they seem easy. That thing called temptation.

She sits there with smouldering eyes, eyes that enchant and subtly draw your gaze. Stealing glances at you.

Once she knows she has your attention, she knows her task is half over. The smile that pulls you near. Puts questions in your mind.

Just this once. What’s the harm. It’s not as bad as it’s made out to be. It’s a vicious cycle. He does it too, why not me. Oh I remember the last time. What if someone finds out.

While you’re busy grappling and wrestling with conscience, experience, knowledge and things that come to you, she’s busy with her next move.

She unravels herself in her full glory. She is next to you, enticing you, drawing you in, drawing you near, pushing the right buttons, her smell, her sound, her touch; it’s all there for you to pull you in.

Then arrives the moment of reckoning, the either or moment.

Will you forget the consequences, push God’s grace a little closer to the brink, blank out that portion of your mind, drown the small voice of conscience in the loud din of pleasure?

Or will you stand your ground?

The decisive moment awaits your verdict.

And then.