Primal and Romanticize
There was that urge, a primitive lust, which conquered even the strongest of men in their greatest hour. Though history is exists, portrays and evades the common man with such a force that it can merely turn into a longing which is acted upon by force or manipulation
. A delicious sound of enjoyment when a forbidden flavor is added to the mix, ecstasy from a sinful covetousness which rises from the need and the want brings moments of delight and moments of hatred.
It derives from our psyche, our hopeless dreams of unrequited love or suppressing of ourselves to such a point we loose ourselves in a sweating moment when we cannot resist the red flowers blooming within out mind. Our illusion of the exaggerated hunger with a primal roar it takes over.
The strongest of men succumb to the force as it seduces and entrances their senses.
He lies alone, in dripping on a bed. Sweat dripping from his face with his mouth agape in denying and panting from his yearning.