Ask anyone and they will and answer you that the dark relief of lust is dangerously addictive .
Intoxicating to point of lost self control that spirals wildly in a moment of pleasure and ecstasy . Its a strange occurrence that us humans constantly look for to relief the pain and pressure that impends on one's lost soul.
But this magical feeling ceases to last long , leaving a lingering taste for more . It tends to lure you in . Pushing your curiosity for just another trip down that doomed road that eventually leads to nowhere except guilt .
Why do you still keep doing it ?
Just another sweet taste for more .
Just this once , I'll let off next time .
Its just a bitter lie to have that invigorating drain that seemingly clears your consciences slate .
Its almost as if its a primitive act . Like cats addicted to catnip , the heat of the moment catches your mind on fire and blocks your judgement like an opaque glass window . Nothing to think . Nothing to feel .
Except the adrenaline pumping in your veins .
The beads of sweat that slide across your cheeks .
The airy and deep breathes that free your chest .
The concentration that perverts your responsibilities .
Nothing like lust gives self destruction an alluring mask ,
Promising relief as it slowly turns its grasp into grip ,
Guiding your clouded mind into oblivion ,
As you lose a part of yourself to this monster .
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