Chained by lust.

Raw, carnal and devilishly desirable. I can't keep this malicious feeling at bay. Even the farthest sea and space couldn't hold this feeling in. It's eating up inside of me like an animal. An animal that is hungry for innocence, loyalty and fidelity. Even the smallest drip can destroy the strongest man. Does it not explain why Samson was butchered by Delilah? The feeling is so good but it is so wrong. Many have fallen to this trap. Rarely, does one make it out alive.

Even the story of Sodom and Gommorah can't faze me away from this feeling. The feeling of lust. The feeling of pure raw, power and domination. Or to be dominated. Why hold back? Why suppress this and put on a mask of morality?

There is no moral. We are animals by nature. Born to follow our instincts and roam to spread lust. Ahh yes, submission is better than fighting it. No good will ever come out of resistance. Resistance is futile. Resistance does not want you to be human. Resistance is the enemy of feelings. 

Feelings are real. Feelings are transparent. Feelings keep our heart alive. 

I'm not a robot. So, I follow my feelings. True and always. It doesn't matter if it is my downfall. 

Because lust and feeling are synonymous. Disregard one and you are not complete. 

Lust completes you.