Deciphering Lust

In time, she realizes that the conflict of morals, feelings, and misplaced desire had filled her life. In her dreams and her days sighting, she forgets, rummaging through moments of tantalizing satisfaction - the notion of the initial feeling when falling in love. Could it be love, or has it always been the complete guise of love? Masked and terrible, only reeling when "falling" into love has been stripped away. She allows him to hold her, and at the same time juggles with her overpowering lust and her biting disgust of him, herself. Imagining constantly of chances, possibilities, she finds herself tucked in his arms in her mind's eye. They dance with their lips, and too soon after, their bodies ripple against points of great explosion, exhilarating movements and gusto. She feels herself wanting to moan, wanting to scream, wanting to thrash and want and feel and flood and cry and laugh. She wants him doing the same, grabbing her, wanting her, calling her in languages known to lovers - infusing skin, rubbing heat. Her eyes roll back, and the mind turns to dun. Has it been lust that had controlled her regards to previous partners? The City Dreamer walks on, pounding the sidewalks with her stilettos, clicking with the beat of the thousands of citizens and visitors, all with points of Destiny.