An overpowering emotion, an unquenchable thirst. A tantalizing temptation just beyond one's grasp. Starched ambition like over washed sheets and ascending aspirations that soar far higher than such young eaglets can fly. Fire is fed by the kindling power of these unreachable goals. Failure creates the most intricately woven patterns of tapestry, tessellating lust that repeats and grows.
These are the deepest abyssal feelings of desire. Spreading like locust plagues from one fingertip to every permeable cell that can possibly be infected. Ocean waves of pressure to attain the unattainable dash upon one's soul like rocks upon the shoreline. But far deeper there is a ferocious force hiding like the stalking lion with nothing but succulent seduction slinking in it's powerful haunches.
This combustable lust's engine is made of envy: green like emerald boas and slippery as the escaping assailants. Envy of king's glory, and heroes' praise invent this passion for pain. This carnal wish for victory is what makes inventors invent, runners run and predators to prey.
These are the deepest abyssal feelings of desire. Spreading like locust plagues from one fingertip to every permeable cell that can possibly be infected. Ocean waves of pressure to attain the unattainable dash upon one's soul like rocks upon the shoreline. But far deeper there is a ferocious force hiding like the stalking lion with nothing but succulent seduction slinking in it's powerful haunches.
This combustable lust's engine is made of envy: green like emerald boas and slippery as the escaping assailants. Envy of king's glory, and heroes' praise invent this passion for pain. This carnal wish for victory is what makes inventors invent, runners run and predators to prey.
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