Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted and no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
Laid on purpose to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
- Sonnet 129
Shakespeare? Really, darling? LOL
ReplyDeleteIf what the Bard wrote is true then there'd be the end of me, wouldn't it; yet, like I said before, lust to me isn't a vice, it's a virtue. ;)
Or perhaps you should read more of Pablo Neruda's work. Gives you more hope. ;)
"...in which there is no I or you
ReplyDeleteso intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close."
Pablo Neruda.
it's such an irresistible bait dangling in front of us isn't it. Vice or virtue, I'll say fuck-the-what-happens-after-that and enjoy the moment LOL
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree, sweetie. I totally dig that. After all, we're not gonna be here forever, so relish every little moment.
ReplyDeleteOr it's simply love.
ReplyDeleteWhere spiritual love comes from the waist up
and physical love comes from the waist down.