To Lust

Do you feel that? 

Veins nearly burst with that acidic, angry, insatiable demand for soft and wet flesh. It's a virus, polluting your bloodstream with a dark adrenaline that consumes your core like some lightning snake. Engorged with an unbridled fiery bliss, your mind is primordial, violent. Teeth clench in a bear trap. You don't care who or what it is; you just want to devour its sublime soul.