Lust my lady

[jackjackoff]

...she has a way with me. She knows how to lead me on. I find it difficult to resist her. She comes by many names. Amongst the many names I have come to know her, her original name is lust.
Lust grew up with me. She was never far from me. She knows where to press my buttons. She knows how to take over. She knows how to steer me on.
Over the years, she has got me to do what I do not want to do. She is always in my mind. However hard I try, I could not shake her off. Ironically, the only way to keep her at bay is to shake it off. But that would mean I have given in. Some may call it a harmless release. Others, a risk or an obsession we can’t dismiss. There is never any clarity or resolution with lust.
Ours is often an unhealthy relationship, because nothing is ever enough for her. When she wants my attention, she knows how to get it, draw it, and demand it. Lust knows my soft spot. Somehow, I often give in to her, even without knowing it. I harbour this belief that she operates better in my subconscious. Her constant presence is that subtle to me. She is at her best in the dark. She is the shadow of my conscience, the fire of my desire.