Lust is more than hunger of the flesh—it is the spirit set ablaze. It floods the mind, bends the body, and moves through every heartbeat like a relentless drum. It lingers in the silence between breaths, in the gaze that refuses to look away, in the heat that dissolves the boundary between self and other.
Lust does not wait, nor does it bow. It rises in the hidden places, the forbidden corners where shadows stir and desire burns without shame. It is raw, sovereign, and absolute.
Have you ever surrendered yourself to its fire—without resistance, without return?
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