Lusting for Lust

As I press into life's tender embrace, calla lilies burst with promises, their perfume swirling in the air, and the sky drips with honeyed light. The delicate taste of lust glazes my quivering tongue as I consume her into the deepest crevices of my heart. Pulling my hair, spreading my joy between the legs of life—oh sweet life. I long to devour the savory spells of emotions entwined with love. Lust scratches against every surface of intensity, threatening to shatter all logic; nothing makes sense in this cosmic swirl of temptations. The dreamy landscape of my mind paints sensations pulsing between my breasts and palms as I grip the softest curves of my body. God, in thy sweetness, cast this rosy film of perception to gently drug us from the world's harsh realities. I will wear these euphoric glasses, gently putting aside the pain that percolates in the back of my mind. Choices always confront me, each a different truth, but for now, I will rest in this cloud of a romantic tale until the faintest wind of doubt seeps through—dark, inevitable, and unyielding.