This poem was written from a daily prompt hosted by Tasty Poem on Twitter.  The title is the prompt word. This was my most popular poem for the second half of May. ❤ See more frequent posts on Twitter (text only) and Instagram (with graphics).

I curb you
advances
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
and I indulge

~Greta Stone

 

Behind-The-Scenes

What comes to me right away is:

a tidal surge of love

Totally cliche but I plan to fix that.

[does something endearing]
[which leads to]
a tidal surge of love

Or what if I’m fighting love, putting up walls, and it overcomes me. I like that better.

[resist your advances]
until a
tidal surge of love
engulfs me

Love is really irritating me. Way TF too cliche. Lust? Meh, we’ll see. I use that a lot.

[resist your advances]
until a
tidal surge of lust
engulfs me

I do some thesaurus searching on resist which leads to curb.

I curb my
[feelings for you]
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
[and I cave/indulge?]

Thesaurus: feelings attraction appeal advances. I’ve come full circle to my earlier word.

I curb your
advances
until a
tidal surge
of lust
engulfs me
and I indulge

Meh. It’ll do. I’m tired today.

Funny that you all loved it so much on Twitter. I ❤ my fans.