I am at peace and full of contentment with the glory of the day. I dance with heart in tune with all that is right and good. I look and am satisfied with life and the riches that I posses with my family and my wife. I am a mortal man with power, who can stand against me.
Then my eyes fall upon you and the earth shudders. Your image is seared into my mind. Fear comes onward first with warning, with warning, but it's too late. For under the fear lust raises its ugly face with its arrows aimed at the heart. The arrows fly true for they are aimed well and they hit the mark and it happens. I lust!
There is a burning with in my heart, it begs and pounds for its desire. It would over come all and embrace its lust for warmth and care with its needs. If I touch you I will explode, if I do not touch you I will still explode. The mind shouts, not so, refrain yourself, but it falls on a silent yearning and desire. And it lacks the strength to force its will. It even unwillingly feeds the image into the heart. With both desiring there is pain with the heart pounding there is want. I thirst for more, I desire more, why must I war in my heart and mind? Why must I deprive my desires? Who will judge between my heart and mind, will it not be my soul? Will not the spirit set its verdict in place, will they listen and will the pain go away or will my heart throb for fulfillment no matter where it must go. Oh lust, you are my mortal enemy, you drive peace away and the comfort of the soul. Will you ever relinquish your power to settle the heart before it explodes? Will you set me free, oh my heart beat slowly, think not of the images that set pain in motion. Listen to your own beating and live.
But the images are soft, warm, tender, alluring and with gentile power that I can not deny. I want, and I can not have, I desire, and I can not obtain. I scream silently to gather it in with arms warm and waiting to embrace. But I can not, I must not, I will not give in.
But I long for the fulfillment of the desires that entrap me, they caress the images within. I am full of want and lust, but I struggle to came back to reality, but I slip. I pull with all my strength and I gain. I fear that my hearts pounding will be heard all around announcing my wanton lust and desires.
The images pass and my heart beats slowly again. I have won this round of battle against my mortal foe of lust. But deep with in the dark corners of my heart I have laid up images that will drive me in a weak moment to find the source of these images and look upon her again.
Who will win in the end?
