The vehement desire to make something your own, even at the potential expense of yourself
Hot water may feel good on one's back, but overindulgence will disfigure the skin

An innate inability to be gentle in the midst of passion, often appearing ****** to bystanders
The insatiable sin of lust is a flawed child of hedonism, staring in the face of a future drowning in consequence

How is the one meant to be held in your arms supposed to trust them when they've superficially been around a dozen others?
How can the heart focus on claiming what it needs if the body still reaches for everything it wants?

No matter how good something may feel, insincerity in the face of love yields disrespect
And the family lust finds in gluttony and envy will only egg it on with no supervision