Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

You're more than a story.