Lust

It's natural.

Lust has a lot in common with anger - just being around certain people can bring it on intensely. Even just thinking about certain things can cause it. Also, like anger, it can cause a lot of problems if it runs out of control. Although it's not acceptable to mention it, feeling a righteous anger can be very pleasing, and in the same way feeling lust, although dangerous and intense, can be very nice. It's the intensity and possible rampaging nature of lust that caused successful societies to try to restrict it. The old way of restricting it was just a blanket ban on it, but gradually society is learning ways to allow lust in a non-harmful way.

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Friday
(Somerset, to Mills' wife) I remember getting up one morning and going to work. Just another day, like any other day, only it was the first day after I found out about the pregnancy. And I felt this fear for the first time ever. I remember thinking how can I bring a child into a world like this. How can a person grow up with all this around them. I told her I didn't want it, and after a few weeks, I wore her down. Looking back, I mean, I know that I did the right thing. But there isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish I had made a different choice. If you don't keep the baby, don't ever tell him you were pregnant. But if you choose to have this baby, you spoil that kid every chance you get. That's about all the advice I can give you, Tracy.

(Mills, later in the office) Just because the fucker's got a library card doesn't make him Yoda.

Crime scenes, or better, the scene where crimes were thought up, where they pummeled the mind of the killer. And we go in, with rubber gloves and plastic bags, to make sense of someone else's sense.

Saturday
(Cashier at leather shop) I thought he was a performance artist, that's what I thought. You know, the kind of guy who pisses into a cup on stage and then drinks it. Performance art.

Down stairs painted in murels, hot red lights flashing. The music drowns out whatever thoughts would prevent the current events to unfold. A prostitute tied to a bed, dead. Her patron shod in the weapon of her execution. He screams and shakes, contorts while in his mind the events play themselves over and over.

Two men in two rooms. One who is used to it, another who is new. So a man finds two people engaging in lust, which the man carves on the hotel door. He takes the scenario a notch further than was intended, taking it past the present titilation to the death which he believes is the only justice.

(Somerset) People don't want a champion. They want to eat cheeseburgers, play the lotto, and watch TV.
(Mills) Man, how did you get like this?
(Somerset) Well, it wasn't one thing, I can assure you of that. I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it were a virtue.
(Mills) You're no different. You're no better.
(Somerset) I never said I was different or better. Hell I sypathize. I sympathize completely. It's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with the life. It's easier to steal something than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child that to raise. Love costs, takes effort and work.

Mills come home from the bar and slides next to his wife in bed. Two parallel bodies exhausted. Mills cannot lose his hope, for he still has love, incredible love for this woman.

We know that lust can sometimes end marriages, or lives, now that sex can kill you. Is there only lust of the flesh? Can we look at various other stimulants with lust? There are certain foods that give us that pleasure, or alcohol, when it's what we crave. Anything we put into our mouth can easily take the place of a lover's flesh. Lust is a constant that needs to be maintained at equal levels among those involved. For a prostitute, it's a business. For a girlfriend whose lover has invited a third party to bed, it can be spirit crushing. Through ignorance of what we truly want, we are often led to take what is before us, stuffing it into our bodies as though it will fill the void within us. And it might, for a time. It might for years. But, in my experience, not enough to grow old with, not enough to fill me.

Go back to:
Avarice
Envy
Wrath
Pride
Gluttony
Sloth

I lie...

Here in the dark

Wanting you

All my attention fixed upon 

Satisfying my

Sweetest desires


I want...

I want to fill my mouth with you

Smell your heady scent

Lick you

Nibble at you


My body still

Not a quiver

'till I can stand it no longer

and rise, at last

and go in search of you

my sweet, 

sweet...

Cadbury's Dairy Milk.....

Trina. Taking the piss out of herself since 2001

The big difference with us older folks is that we're usually attached at this point in our lives, and we may have feelings of lust, but we're usually wiser and don't act on those feelings. If we do, it usually ends in divorce or some damaged relationships. As George Carlin said, you can really Wanna, but following through is normally not worth it. The fantasy is usually better, and it can spice up your relationship. I have two autographed pics of Milla in my computer room and three extremely large posters of her in the music room, but the woman I spend my nights with can make Milla disappear from my thoughts at will. Lust with benefits out-trumps mere lustful fantasy anyday in my book.

He's far too close to me.

He bent down so that he could prop his elbows on my desk, and leant into me, in full view of the office. I could hardly function. I couldn't look him in the eye. I held my breath, I am not used to being that close to anyone apart from my boyfriend. My handsome, intelligent, young boyfriend. The lack of distance is suffocating.

So he wanted to see the paper, and I shuffled through a pile of reports, surprised to see that my hands weren't shaking in betrayal of my agitated mind. I notice the platinum diamond ring on my index finger - not my ring finger - as I fumble through the pile, at the same time I see him notice it as well.

He moved away.

And then he comes up to me, says he wants me to come to a meeting, `would love' me to come, but is looking at my cleavage and the slack look of lust droops his face. I feel wanton, like I am dressed inappropriately for the office, I hate his attention, and adjust my neckline in the bathroom afterwards, as soon as it is feasible for me to run there. When my breathing subsides, I realise that I am fine. My clothing is practically puritanical in the context of today; it's his reaction to a younger woman, and the vulnerability and reaction that I cannot conceal, which is causing this.

We go to a meeting; I have been thinking about this all week as it is held late on a Friday afternoon, and I fantasise that he will hold me back afterwards. He will put a hand on my leg, and I will have him inside me. Cold, hard, meaningless sex. The meeting ends and I'm actually tired; I pack my things quickly, people are moving out of the room. He calls my name and draws me to the back of the room; most people have filtered out. I try to talk to him, but I have a headache: I tell him I must go.

I want him very badly. It's the tired old story of a young woman working with an older, corporately senior man. He's 20 years older than me. But nothing has happened. Yet.

Lust (?), n. [AS. lust, lust, pleasure, longing; akin to OS., D., G., & Sw. lust, Dan. & Icel. lyst, Goth lustus, and perh. tom Skr. lush to desire, or to E. loose. Cf. List to please, Listless.]

1.

Pleasure

Chaucer.

2.

Inclination; desire.

For little lust had she to talk of aught. Spenser.

My lust to devotion is little. Bp. Hall.

3.

Longing desire; eagerness to possess or enjoy; -- in a had sense; as, the lust of gain.

The lust of reigning.

Milton.

4.

Licentious craving; sexual appetite.

Milton.

5.

Hence: Virility; vigor; active power.

[Obs.]

Bacon.

 

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Lust (?), v. i. [imp. & p. p. Lusted; p. pr. & vb. n. Lusting.] [AS. lystan. See Lust, n., and cf. List to choose.]

1.

To list; to like.

[Obs.] Chaucer. " Do so if thou lust. "

Latimer.

⇒ In earlier usage lust was impersonal.

In the water vessel he it cast When that him luste. Chaucer.

2.

To have an eager, passionate, and especially an inordinate or sinful desire, as for the gratification of the sexual appetite or of covetousness; -- often with after.

Whatsoever thy soul lusteth after. Deut. xii. 15.

Whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her, hath committed adultery with her already in his heart. Matt. v. 28.

The spirit that dwelleth in us lusteth to envy. James iv. 5.

 

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