Lust

My body feels ice cold, within every touch, kiss and words without meaning.
I feel nothing, but bitterness. It’s because of those men, because of that look in their faces, because of the desire that I was left alone.
The same fire that consumed my mother starts overwhelming me.
Such passionate kisses begin making my heart race.
It wasn’t love, it was a craving for taking control, men are weak against desire.
Women give them that satisfaction with the warmth of their bodies.
I was never drowning on such thing as sentiments, I did not have them.
Such a selfish being like me, can only think about one thing, revenge.
Rage for taking away my hopes.
Envy of those who had what I did not.
Vengeance to those who had betrayed us.
Ease knowing they would suffer from the same fate.
Need to feel something that did not exist.
Greed to make everything mine.
Exposure of wounds that would never heal.
Running out of breath, as all of those emotions flow out.
The man by my side falls to bed; the roller coaster has finally ended and his act is done, except for mine, that’s just begun.
It is so easy to get it through, is just a matter of taking the sharp-edged blade and let it taste the scarlet liquor rising and tainting my colorless cloth.
His eyes averting death, his look changes to that of my mother’s, as a smile covers my naked self with lust.
Yes, just as men desires take them over, my yearning takes me to do things silently, using the only thing left with me, myself.
I’m not afraid of retribution, since I have nothing to lose.