Lust

It's Tuesday. Which means it's "Terrible Tuesday". And it's time for the last of our sins in the series of "The Seven Deadly Sins." Today's final sin is: Lust.

I saw him walk into the room. He was tall. He was dark. And he was definitely handsome. As the saying goes.

I positioned myself where I could keep a good eye on him without being noticed like a spy on a covert ops mission.

My insides were doing flip-flops. My legs were a little shaky. And my cheeks were flushed the color of a cherry popsicle.

I was 19 and I had a severe case of Lust.

It's not like it was the first time. But I remember this experience so vividly it was like I was looking into a mirror of yesterday.

I completely lost myself. I lost composure. I lost poise. And, I lost my ability to think clearly like a sailor drunk on beer.

This was big-time Lust.

What I remember is the profound effect Lust had on my body, mind and soul.

The physical reaction to Lust was not as big of a surprise as the other two. However, the force of of its power over me was unnerving. My armpits were sweating. My breath came in little gasps. My eyes bugged out like a big horny toad. And that's about as attractive as I felt at that moment as he continued not to notice me. I could not ignore the electricity jolting through my body.

Scary.

My mind was completely screwed up. Girlfriends tried to talk to me. I gave one syllable responses. Other guys asked me to dance. With my eyes still glued to my target, I swatted them away with my hand as though I was swatting away flies. I was completely unaware of those around me. Like a train chugging forward on a one way track, my mind followed in the same direction with Lust driving my train.

Scary.

Finally on a soul level, I felt rocked to the very core.  My soul was reaching out to his. What a liar. My soul was reaching out to Lust and grasped it with a death grip, unwilling to let go. My soul was locked in a false pretense that we were made for each other like chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk.

Scary.

The story ends with no saucy details to report. No Lusty throes of passion embedded in my memory. No fulfillment of desire. And no Harlequin Passion romances inspired here.

My Lust still remained but my target was elusive.