An Integral Part
You suppress sexual feelings
you've hidden deep within your heart.
And yet, you dream of fantasies
where lust plays an integral part.
Lust and love tend to commingle,
often blending in silhouette.
And though they're opposing shadows,
only one's: immune to regret.
Though both can fill hearts with desire;
lust is not love: it has no twin.
And yet lust mimics love so well
that you can't be sure: which will win.
When smoldering embers ignite,
you indulge in sexual thoughts.
And if it's sex you're pining for,
lust is likely calling the shots.
Love imbues legitimacy
to emotions aroused by lust.
And though they seem comparable,
only love is tethered to trust.
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