Good Guys(Love) Finish Last? The Story of Lust

Lust is sexual desire, the strong physical desire to have sex with somebody, usually without associated feelings of love or affection. The world deviates with the great and expansive power of showing forms of love without caring; spreading disease, leaving mothers pregnant out of wedlock, generations desecrating through each gap. The distance between men and women, their promiscuity and pursuit of union, widen. This leaves marriage barren, as the mists of love and affection are met by the deathly arid lust.

Lust looked at you from across the room licking its lips. Lust swept you off of your feet with words sweet enough to give you mental cavities, faltering your apprehension of lust’s intentions. Serenading you throughout the night lust felt like love at first sight, as lust placed itself inside of you for pleasure and self-fulfillment. Laying down looking you in the eyes, lust made you feel the warmest you’ve ever felt. Nevertheless lust left while you were asleep, leaving the stench of its transgressions in your bed, the evidence of its pursuit, conquer, and feat.

Lust is what keeps prostitution in business, no matter the age, struggle, or current condition of its game. Lust throws filthy dollar bills at a lustee whom dances to love(fuck) songs that lust produced. Unfortunately, lust turned queens into bitches and hoes. Lust is man’s greatest fault, lust devalues all that it desires and tarnishes everything it sees.

Lust has my counterparts in the perils of disease and early teen pregnancy, raping them of their innocence, youthful endeavors, and the chance to survive from their mistakes. Grinding vigorously under dim lights in marijuana fumed smoke rooms, lust thrives. Lust makes our fathers judge us and our mothers worry. Being able to protect us from the repercussions of lust is equivalent to a Hiroshimian can sustaining a snail seeking refuge. Lust has made our predecessors and parents look on in disdain, blind to the majesty of our lust.

Although lust and pain kept slaves alive as slaves babies were conceived under watchful eye, as passion was expressed with tears in eyes. Lust has kept those of our older generation in a submissive and crippled state of no money appropriation for overpopulation, lust has put my race and culture in a bind that strangled love to death.

Lust left a woman with three bundles of joy and venture with no husband to share their beauty of life and marvel. No ring on your finger, no wedding dress to show for, and no one to hold you tight, lust loved you well. It hurts that lust leaves you rubbing your pregnant belly alone in a bed of scattered snacks watching love movies.