Drums of temptations

Drums of temptations these are my heart beats, they rise up like African drums in the jungle beaten to expel evil spirits. Hundreds of tempting thoughts dance in my imagination, like a gipsy dancer in a full moon night, seducing me, manipulating me reshaping every inch of me hundreds of times, till I lose the track of who I am, till I lose the logic behind my resistance but I don’t surrender to the charm of temptations. I want to smoke but my chest can’t take it, I want drink but I am drunk enough by my thoughts. I want to be wild but my wisdom can’t take it, I want to stop repeating the same mistakes over and over again but it is too tempting and I want to be a writer but I am terrified of what I write A. One of my painful temptations is betraying you. The bitter sweat sinful thoughts, all the heat that wrap the place when he is around, all the roaring waves of passion that boils inside me when I hear his voice, makes the sound drums get louder and louder, yet I cant betray you, he is my deepest temptation, a wild dream, like a movie stars that pass by my dreams but you are life, you are my home. I can’t betray you. I just wish that the drums expel the evil spirit.