Lust
I struggle within myself to know the difference, A constant battle of truth,
Love, Lust, Love, Lust,
My hands quiver, My head spins,
My heart throbs when you are near,
holding me tightly against your hardened chest, I feel your hear throb too.
Our eyes connect, our bodies clash together in spasm,
You grip the satin sheets and groan,
You don't have the same struggle as I.
love a false pretense seen in your dark eyes before we touch.
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