Love That Lasts Not Lusts

The Thirst that lingers under the Crust, Sharp twisted Fate within the Core; I begin, Will I begin or end it by Begging, I begin, Love not Lust that is a cloud always above, Lust with Love; under the silk sheets of like, Taste of Life’s tempts of endless attempts, First a Fist that splits a thrust of fights, Firm as pillars pyramids still as metal: Loving. Upon the storm a ray blistering for a Rainbow, The storm passing the illusion of seduction, Braving the intimate gesture of love that lasts, Hope is met and embracing the light of life, Beginning to understand truth based begging, I begin with love and not like to live for lust.