Prologue: There are seven deadly sins, and "Lust" is one of the most irresistible sins. The Introvert believes every human has been possessed by each of the capital vices at least once in their lives. Lust, however, is a tricky woman, she veils herself as "Love" and seduces you until you become her slave. This post is about Lust between a boy and a girl, how it plays with their minds and makes them believe in a future that doesn't exist.
There was pitch black darkness. There was pin-drop silence in the house. Two bodies lay on opposite corners of the room. Both of them were in a deep slumber, unaware of what fate had planned for them in the future. The boy had been smitten by the girl for some time. There was something different about her, something he hadn't witnessed before in any girl he had been with earlier. He knew she could never be in love, but he had to have her, and he did.
Maybe it was the uncanny aura of that night or something in the coffee they had or maybe just God's will, but he woke up, with the feeling that this day was the last day of his life. In his semi-conscious state of mind, unable to distinguish dream from reality, he could see the world being burnt by mythical flames. He had to do something to save her. She wasn't aware of the perils he could see, and he didn't want her to be harmed. He went close to her, to wake her up. Slowly, he crawled up to where she was sleeping, went up to her face, took a second to admire it, and gently slid the lock of hair over her face aside.
It was like a thunderbolt! Suddenly, he forgot about everything, paying no heed to his illusioned reality. That face was all he wanted to see, he wished to be blanketed with her soft white skin, smothered in her sweet fragrance and those pink lips, the only thing that could quench his thirst. He whispered her name, slowly, almost seductively, bringing her back into his arms. As she opened her eyes slowly, he came closer to her face, and she could feel his breath on him. The urge in her was at its pinnacle; she couldn't stop her carnal desires anymore.
The sexual tension snapped as he kissed her lips. It was slow and soft in the beginning, but gradually as their hormones took over their movements, it became more aggressive. It was an explosion of their bottled passion, wildness, and the emptiness that was left by their past. He grabbed her by the hip, rolling across the room, getting her body on top of his. Her head was hovering over his, long brown hair tickling his face. Their lips never parted, swapping love juices while caressing each other. He started undressing her, first by taking her top off. As he was feeling the soft mounds of her breasts, she moaned his name; he had never heard it said better. With every touch, she was getting turned on. Passion was oozing out of them as if they had been lovers for eons. As he unhinged her lingerie, she helped him with his T-shirt. They hugged almost breaking their ribs. Completely bare, they fulfilled their insatiable lust for each other.
The orgasmic pleasures of the flesh weren't enough for her; she wanted more. He was squeezing every drop of lust from her, satisfying his secret fetishes. Just when they were about to stop, they began it again with renewed hunger. Overtime when their animalistic appetite sobered down, she hugged him as she loved him. He looked at her, not believing what had just happened. He felt happiness surge within him; he kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her lips hoping they could lie like this forever. She rolled her hand over his imperfect curves, salvaging every moment of this night. They talked and wondered what had gotten into them. Tired and confused with many unanswered questions, they dozed off into dreamworld.
When the sun rose, giving birth to a new day, the night had been forgotten. All the emotions were brutally butchered by civilization's boundaries and norms. They questioned their instincts, denying any feeling for each other except pure lust. Love was too sacred for her, and he didn't understand the true meaning of that word. They promised they would never indulge in such injurious fantasies. However, these situations are ideal, and not possible in reality. Because, when nightfall came, the memories of that night came too. Promises were then made just to be broken; they continued this debauchery until they realized the cost they had to pay.
These little sessions they had with each other brought them close, but they also raised expectations from each other. Their relation couldn't be defined by a single word in the dictionary, but soon whatever it was, faded like the memories of a dream. Now she couldn't stand his touch, and he couldn't stand her attitude. The very reasons why they fell for each other became the cause that tore them apart. The same face that made her eyes glow every time she saw them, now appeared loathsome. When I see these two, I remember something I had read, "Death created time to grow the things it could kill". Nobody knows what drove them that night, to take the steps they took, but that night will remind them that some feelings are fleeting and may seem lucratively beautiful, but like all good things in the world, nothing lasts forever. In time, flames always turn to dust and love eventually rusts.
