With All My Lust

With All My Lust

By: Adda Faith

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Lust

Power beyond magic itself

I knew it was lust from the first time I gazed into your mesmerizing eyes. Such power I felt creeping through my veins as if I had drank a deadly toxin straight from the crimson vial of death. Your gaze made me squirm, my insides dizzy with infatuation, my own eyes misted with passion - things I couldn't control.

I felt the fright of no control, the power of wanting what I couldn't muster up strength to reach - what was beyond my grasp. I craved your touch - I desired your kiss. I love the feeling of the deadly toxin of lust seeping through me - the way you looked at me. I saw my want reflecting, I saw what I lust, all within those eyes - I felt the power that overtook my being.

For magic isn't what one is to overcome

A feeling

A touch

A simple feel, your hand brushing over mine, made me melt. I yearned for that touch - I burned with my desire for you. My eyes lidded with hunger every time I gazed at your form walking just ahead of me - I couldn't stop following you. You were my obsession and what I feared; yet I couldn't be torn from my feelings - my soul that craved you.

You glanced back at me everyday and I would make up an excuse, hiding my longing - never able to reach out for what I needed - to what was deemed my forbidden fruit. The toxin that is lust flowed thickly through my veins, blurring my brain that would never see clear again.

The infatuation

To ignore

Like death to the soul

I never wrote about it, I never spoke a word about it and it pained me. I thought I could ignore you, but nothing could quench my feeling. The toxin of lust was too dense within my body to rinse clean - I couldn't flush you from my hazy mind, everything I saw appeared to be under a thick cloudy glass of lust.

It killed me to ignore the craving that I felt for you - your powerful ambrosia I hungered made me afraid to reach for it. I couldn't think, I couldn't see, and I couldn't feel nothing but the lust for you until I reached out...

And to go back to the lustful craving

You felt my reach and reacted, hesitantly at first, but my desire was the dense toxin that fuelled the flaming passion. Every touch burned, every kiss scorched - everything felt the fire that was stoked by the toxin of lust, but I never saw it in your eyes. Those mesmerizing eyes I had gazed into everyday - the eyes that I saw my infatuation reflect on me. The eyes that had me blinded by my lust.

Your touch was becoming cold to me; the fire didn't burn after I gazed into those eyes to see the beauty atop the surface. But the windows to your soul deceived the curtains covering them. There was more to you than of that I lusted.

I felt your ice-cold touch and your frigid kiss like a brisk wind sweeping over my half-naked body. My lustful fire had died with a searching glance and with that, so did I. I realized that I had fallen too deep into the passion and lust I felt for you and now that I couldn't feel it - I had nothing to live for.

You blinded me, you bound my soul with chains of magic beyond any power any human could posses - you stoked my fire to only let it die out and I realized that my lust was my doing. I forgot how to live and I led myself to this - to my defeat.

Can be one's downfall

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Pansy Parkinson sat on the roof of the Astronomy Tower and looked up at the clear sky, twinkling with bright flaming stars, burning throughout a blanket of darkness that enveloped them.

Cupped within her hand was a vial of silvery liquid - her downfall - her poison. She mused on how warm it was on this very night but how cold her blood crept through her veins - her lust she felt for Harry Potter was frozen. Never to flow again.

She raised the vial as a toast up to the full moon, gleaming bright about the sky, casting shadows on the breathtaking sight of the Hogwarts grounds and sparkling lake, the waves dancing in the glow.

"To you, Harry Potter, with all my lust."

And she drank, feeling the last dose of lustful power seep through her being. For the last time her fire burned, stoked from the real poison that was other than lust, and for the last time her fire had diminished once more - leading her down into the dark tunnel that was her death...

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