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Loving lust
The lust is lost
Burning flame
To icy frost

You are the one who pays
Not me
Just you the sinner of man's only true desire
Lust
Lust for power, sex, and jewels
that is what we fight over with duels

Life
What is life without love?
What is love without lust?
What is lust without loss?
What is loss without pain?
What is pain without hate?
Death

At first,
I thought it was
Lust. But lust is a laugh
In Seniors. I now know I want
Your youth.

Lust electric
Gentle nibble
Delicate flick
Juices trickle

Tender mouthful
Indulgent sips
Spasms sinful
Gyrating hips

Thrusts entrancing
Feverish pace
Teeth caressing
Deadlock embrace

Lust electric
Unabated
Flesh metallic
Liquidated

Lust Leading Love

Adoration Aiding Attachment

Passion Proving Pleasure

Convenience Controlling Confusion

Frustration Fueling Failure

Hurt Healing Heartache

Envy Educing Ecstasy

Sex Sealing Seduction

Jealousy Jeering Joy

Love Leading Lust

Is it Love?
Or is it Lust?
Are our kisses full of
Love?
Or Lust?
When you touch me
Is it Love?
Or is it Lust?
When you whisper sweet things
I know its Love.
When you touch my body
I know its Lust.
Mabey our relationship is a mix of Love and Lust
So Kiss me, Touch me, Whisper to me, Love me, Lust for me.
Do we have lust or love?
Do we have lust that is unexplainable?
Do we have the love of bliss or mist?
Do we have both lust and love?
Do we have the love that is unexplainable and words cant express them
toward each other?
Do we have the lust that is love making every night that no one knows
about?
We have the lust in the night time where the lights are dim and no
one is around to see us in sweet bliss?
We have the love that no one else has, our love is real.. so deep in
love?
We have this bond that no one can see only our eyes can see this?
When we are together time stops in its place it doesnt have no place
to go?
Our lust is like love.. cherishable even when devoted in love.
Lust is making sweet love at night where its nice and quiet and words
cant escape my lips only moans.
Our lust is like love.. Real like real when your caressing my fragile
body so gently and slowly..
Do we have lust or love?