Oh Foul Temptress

Oh foul temptress of forbidden pleasures, why do you taunt me so? Why do you hide from me things that lift my spirits as high as the highest cliff? Why do you come out from your dark, murky cave only when I least desire to see your wretched form? I find the path I want to go down, and all of the fog lifts. But then you come with a different path for me in mind, and with you the fog returns so heavy that even the mere task of breathing becomes difficult.
I have been warned of your existence from other's who have met with you. Poe described you with the title "The Imp Of The Perverse," a curiosity of darker things that grows inside of one's self until one's body no longer can contain the size of the gargantuan question (which often takes the form of "what if..."). Then unleashes itself, not letting yourself diminish until you've been completely satisfied. Once this has been accomplished, you leave the poor person whom you corrupted to deal with the mess you so wickedly left him.In the story of Gilgamesh, you take the form of Ishtar the goddess, who tries to seduce Gilgamesh into engaging with you one of the most forbidden pleasures in modern society: sex. Gilgamesh is wise though. He sees through your play, and denies you. He, however, is part god. Is it possible for a lonely and insignificant mortal to deny you? Can it be done?
The moment I begin to dwell on the possibility of turning away from you, you begin to ooze out sweet words that stick in my mind like caramel."What's the worst that could happen?" You ask. Or is it I who asks this? Have I become so lost within the haze you brought with you that your path seems much more reasonable than mine? Oh how disgusting! The thought alone tears me! It stretches me! It saddens me! It panics me! It tempts me! It taunts me! It ruins me!

You, oh foul temptress, almost have your way too. In my staggering through the fog, I nearly lost all my hope. I thought that perhaps the wiser decision would be to go back, allow you to caress my body with all the forbidden pleasures you offer, and lead me down the path I dare not set foot upon. I almost give in like the worthless coward who goes through life letting it and you take advantage of him. Just as I was about to become this man, a light cut through the fog as if it were a warm stick of butter, and illuminated the very path I had chosen before my encounter with you. Glorious and illuminating reason saved me from the temptation that is you! And to think, all it had to do was show me who was at the end of the path which you were so against me following. All of the dreams, all of the sex, and all of the thrills you could have ever offered me could not ever be even half the worth of who was at the end of my trail.
So foul temptress, retreat to your cave. There, I know you will scheme new ways to lead me astray. But I've gained a new defense against your crafty corruption, which is the sheer knowledge that one doesn't have to be a god to resist you, and I shall keep that knowledge at my side everywhere I go.

Thank you.