She drowned in his eyes and arms, her knees giving away, the desire to be swept away was love for her, lust for him.
He held on to that last breath, his desire was to see one last time, that boy he saved from the streets long ago.
The milk vessel fell and spilled all her dreams, shattered her hopes, her only desire was that today her children shouldn’t sleep hungry.
Rocking back and forth the lady who was officially the crazy lady of the village chanted, desired that they all burn in hell and slowly the village was engulfed in flames.
The “hellllooo” in the lecturer’s tone was a weird wicked gleam, morbid and he shivered, desired that the ground would open up and swallow him.