‘Colors of Lust’ by Steve K
Lust was a cloak that she had not worn in a while. None-the-less she drew it around her and sought to connect with what it would bring her. It was surprising how quickly it began to have an effect. She felt in control. She felt ready. She felt so alive with the confidence it gave her.
It was an odd thing really. It started out as something heavy, something on the outside, something which had been placed over her temporarily and she was acutely aware of. It was a change. It was different, not something new but something forgotten, something pushed aside.
The longer she wore it, the more it became part of her. It grew into something much lighter than when she had first put it on. It seemed to shift from a heavy velvet to a more floating chiffon or silk. It moved with her body, caressing her with it’s touch and trailing across her skin as a reminder now and then.
Soon enough it was part of her and she was part of it. It could no longer be discerned as something separate, no longer something that she chose, but more, now, what she was and what she thought. It was simply there, to be accepted, to be heard.
And with it she burned. She burned with a fire hotter than any she had felt before. She had a need which could not be met but which raged within her both day and night. Her skin prickled with its touch and her thoughts were flooded with snapshots of what it could bring.
Over and over the pictures rolled, from one to another, tweaking at her very inner fibre. She drifted where she shouldn’t be and lost track of what was. She felt dangerous but powerful as she turned from white to red and opened herself to be devoured by it.
As it burnt holes on her skin and twisted and twirled with her insides, she felt like she was soaring, untouchable, up high and out of reach. Through the sky she seemed to fly at speeds which left her without speech, unable to explain or put words to what was happening.
It both pained her and exalted her at the same time and it became big, so big, as she gave it space to grow. So absorbed was she by it that she indulged it at her very core. She cultivated it as a tiny seed, feeding it with herself. It became her child, her lover, her soul and it was the only thing that took her where she wanted to go.
And in the end she was untouchable. Un-tamable. Unreachable. She collapsed at last and lay, exhausted, still on fire. She burnt on quietly for a time until the heat finally began to subside. She felt glorious. She had lived through such extremes and such highs, and as the parts of her fell slowly back into place, she cried for what had been.
Prompt #321: Lust
I love the symbolism in this 😀 x
This is a unique piece of writing from you Missy. This sits at the crossroads of writing that you sometimes doubt which road to take. I loved it and think you should explore each and every avenue in front of you. X
I want to try that cloak on right now. I want men’s XL size. Can I borrow it for the weekend
I will pop it in the post ?
I totally get what you were putting across here – I have been her. Great story, great picture x
Aww thanks May. That means a lot as it is not my usual type of writing ?
What a bad-ass extended metaphor. This is a cracking (crackling?) piece… to be covered in / consumed by lust is powerful, and I think you capture that beautifully.
Thank you so much Jo. It was just an experiment really so I am glad that it came across ?
You are so talented. ?
And you are so kind. Thank you slars ?
Missy, this is magnificent! There is such a defined arc of power here – the build-up to the point of consummation, and then the release, even as she is still burning. I absolutely love it!
Oh wow. I am so thrilled that you would say that. It is good to do something a bit different and Rebel’s prompts sort of let me do that. I’d love to write fiction (as I have said to a certain person) before but I don’t have the ideas. ?
I meant every word, missy. And I have no doubt at all that the “certain person” and I are of the same mind – that you are eminently capable!
He has tried hard to encourage me as you can imagine. It is the ideas for a narrative that I struggle with though.
Oh yes, I certainly can imagine!
It might be that you’re boxing yourself in by thinking of long form fiction. Having read this post, it might be that shorter, poignant and powerful fiction is where your intrinsic interest and talents are. Email me if you’d like and we can discuss it further, and try to drill down into it a bit more (can you tell I’ve literally just been reading the learning material for – yet another – developmental editing course?! CPD at its finest! ?).
Oh that would be brilliant. I will be in touch. Thank you ?
It’s my absolute pleasure! X
As I’d mentioned previously, I love the use of art as inspiration and think you have written an equally creative piece to match it perfectly, wonderful!
Thank you. I actually found the print after but it seemed to fit ?
WOW, this is some damn powerful writing! Love it!
Thank you so much Rebel. I love you prompts as they encourage me to write something different but I was quite nervous about what people would think ?
This is incredible! You are a superb writer!
Oh wow thank you (blushes and smiles deep inside)
Not your usual style – but one which seems to really suit you – ! loved every aspect of this; it goes so well with the picture. Please explore this type of writing again, it was truly magical and I think we all totally get (and envy) what you were expressing.
Thanks so much Posy. Like I said I was a bit nervous about it so proper writers saying it works means a lot ?
O Cripes it was great!! (is that me? a proper writer? How fabulous that you think so!) xx
Of course ?
Exquisitely written! Loved it! And the picture is lovely too. 😉
Thank you; I appreciate you taking the time to comment ?
Oh so lovely!! The images are beautiful.
Thank you so much ?