Lust

Lust.

It's commonly associated with guilt.

Temptation, promiscuity.

Sexual desire.

Sins.

But it was not wrong with her.

With her, it was something beautiful.

Lust seems to be dismissed if it's between a man and a woman.

But, man, and man?

Women and women?

That's when lust becomes something horrible.

However, that's not true.

When I held her in my arms and felt her breath on my neck, there was no way it was terrible.

The way she kissed my lips, put her hands on my thighs, whispered secrets into my ear,

Lust engulfed us.

It hit us in waves, created ripples, and came down in waterfalls.

We were trapped in a bubble.

A lovely, warm, and safe bubble, made by our own creation.

The overwhelming want and need for each other.

The only thing we could feel was lust.

Lust for each other.

It is impossible to be against such a feeling once you have felt it.

Lucky enough to desire or to be desired.

She taught me the difference between sin and virtue.

Lust is not something to steer clear of, but it is something that stops you in your tracks.

It makes you live in the present, and feel each feeling.

People may find sin in what we did, who we are, and what we do, but that lust brought the greatest feelings to ever be experienced.

Lust.