Lust

Lust. If lust had a job in the real world then it would probably be in sales.

And Lust would be good at it too. I mean really good.

Lust would be the greatest god damn salesperson the universe has ever seen.

Know why? I'll tell you: Lust can make you so sure of something, so damn sure, that you become convinced it is the best course of action. Until Lust takes its foot off the gas pedal.

Then you're fucked.

Possibly because you actually just did that very thing.

For a moment Lust sells you that second-hand car you can't afford and you're all go go GO. You can't get enough of it. You're all hands and tangled sheets. You're locked doors and tissue paper.

Worst of all you think it's all your idea. Because of course you've never made a bad decision in your life.

Then Lust takes its foot off the gas pedal.

For a moment you curse yourself for being such a sucker. Then you laugh and shrug it off. Tissues are easy like that. And browser tabs are closed faster than you can think.

Sometimes Lust is sly though. It slows you down so smoothly that a few days have passed before you realise you couldn't afford that car for a reason.

You're old car was just fine and it was just as much fun to drive. Yet you still remember going that much faster. That little thrill more.

And you keep thinking about her knowing full well you can't afford it.

Then you're fucked.

Still...damn fine salesperson that Lust.