In the soft heat of desire, I linger on the edge—wanting what I know I shouldn’t, fighting to resist.
Have you ever wanted—yearned—for something so intensely that it feels like static electricity is emanating from your skin?
Nervous. Excited. Heightened to the point that you fear the slightest friction could ignite a flash fire.
What is it about the temptation of something forbidden that makes it so excruciatingly difficult to ignore?
If anything, ignoring it feels like ignoring a bully—it only grows louder, more insistent, desperate to get the rise (pun intended) out of you.
Reflecting, I feel no shame for wanting what I want. There is nothing I can do to change how I feel. You have to embrace your emotions like a massive wave—and ride them out.
But what I can do is exhibit self-restraint. You can’t help how you feel, but you can help how you act.
It takes time, but practice will make you close to perfect. In this culture of instant gratification, it’s maddening when you can’t have what you want.
But tell me—
Would it ever be as sweet if it were that easy?
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