Jealousy and Lust

The jealous green snake of envy hissed in her heart

 

The cruel worm of jealousy burrowed into her

 

He wanted all they had and was determined to get it…‌‌

 

Jealousy, naked and cruel, gnawed at her thoughts

 

In a jealous rage, she cursed him and all men

 

Her jealous nature forbid her from forming close attachments

 

She had to have everything first or better than her friends

 

Everything he said or did was misinterpreted by her jealousy

 

Her jealous heart hungered to possess him, body and soul

 

If he could not have her, no one could, and the knife would prove it

 

Her phone blew up with fifty million jealous texts

 

Jealous and possessive, he was cruel in his affections

 

He regarded her with insecure, suspicious eyes

 

The jealousy had driven her mad and there was nothing he could say

 

She just knew he was seeing someone else

 

Lust burned in his brain and he could think of nothing else

 

His rage lusted into her with the brute power to possess, to destroy

 

His fingers yearned to touch her, to know what secrets hid inside that soft, yielding flesh

 

He thought forbidden flesh was the sweetest of all…‌‌

 

A lusty feeling of warmth stole over her

 

Cold eyes caressed her with lusting, invisible fingers

 

Almost against her will, she began to undress for him

 

Shame and desire mingled hot in her throat

 

He had a strange kind of animal magnetism that drew her to him

 

Bold eyes raked her soft skin, promising pleasure

 

She was disturbed by the raw power of her attraction to him

 

She was powerless to resist his foreign charm

 

She radiated a sinister sensuality that drew men like flies

 

Blood throbbed in her veins with a scarlet web of desire

 

He was all she wanted, all she could think about

 

His pulse quickened with forbidden longing

 

The glow of desire became a bonfire of lust

 

A delicious shudder shot through her body

 

Every inch of her lit up with the burning, urgent need to possess him

 

His soft words were spoken only in lust, not love

 

Theirs was a mutual attraction, and a mutual destruction

 

What they shared was not love, it was madness