Lust 3

You could read this on Lei's blog, but I'm posting it here just the same;

I just find it odd that lust has become one of those ambiguous words (another one is love) that makes people either titter in embarrassment or laugh out loud in utter amusement. Even Google couldn't make up its mind - lust is defined as 'a strong craving or desire for' and 'lecherousness.' Go figure. I mean, just because you strongly desire something (or someone for that matter) doesn't necessarily mean you're lecherous. Or does it?

I lust after Coach and Juicy Couture bags but I don't love them enough to throw 15thousand pesos ($300) on one bag. I love Nine West bags, but only when they're discounted.

I lust after medium rare steaks swimming in gravy, but I love myself too much so I'm stuck with eating fruits and veggies until I lose at least 15 pounds.

I lust after handsome topless men in huge billboards but I love my BH so much I wouldn't trade him for ten of these men. (Oh wait, ten... hmmm... ;-P)

Point is, even though I lust after some things, without love I'm not gonna do anything about it. And yes Ry, elusive as it may be, when love and lust collide, intertwine, and explode, then there's where you'll find magic.

And I'm proud to say that right now, I'm in a relationship where passion is a product of love and lust. And magic is something I experience everyday.