Some women lust for men: tangible, touchable things with which to occupy their thoughts and to control their frenzied actions. It could be one man. It could be many. Simply put, it could be the one that’s most appetizing.
Some girls lust after money: the alluring and glittering comet, forever fleeting, that they will chase ‘cross the sky for all their lives. A little money is never enough; some fight to get more, more, more until they die.
Some ladies lust for success: clambering their way up the business ladder with their six-inch heels getting caught on the rungs along the climb. They might step on someone’s fingers on the way. They might play fairly. It’s up to the lady who’s doing it.
My lust-list is simple, though I wish it were short (or not even existing at all):
A quiet place to think with a warm blanket waiting, an able mind to do all that has been set out for me today. A heart full of love—not judgment or hate, a hand that’s steered well and which beautifully creates. The patience to wait for the man I was made for.