Just something I wrote 17 years ago, as a 16 year old…
Somewhere deep in every person is a feeling that only rises up into the conscious mind once in a blue moon.
It's something that cannot be described by mere words nor explained with any mortal action.
It's something that not every one will experience for sure but every one will be told about it.
It's called Lust.
Easily mistaken by many as it's not-so-evil cousin Love.
It's the devil in her finest form. Her best work to date if one may say so.
Be careful, I warn you, for I have felt this feeling. It's not easily destroyed, not easily cast away. This feeling takes over your entire body, it creeps up from your stomach and wraps it's deadly grip around your heart. It convinces you that it is good. Do not mingle with this emotion, if you meet it turn away. Do not stop to converse, do not let it take you into it's tight embrace. Because if you do, you will struggle to get away.
I cannot tell you how much this gets to me. It's taken over my head, removed my brain and replaced it with idiotic concepts of happily-ever -after, of breakfast in bed and long nights filled with bare skin and tangled bed sheets. It's a world class lier and a professional con-artist.
One day I know I will kill this feeling, the sinking in my chest, the inability to sleep due to sneaky thoughts running rings around my mind.
So take this as a warning. Stern and Strong. Don't play games with the feeling Lust. She's the devil's finest piece of work.