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Lust or Love

His hands on me
Roaming on my skin
I moan, 1, 2, 3.
It’s our own little sin.

I love him,
I know I do.
When he skims a limb,
I turn into puddy, it’s true.

But is this love or Lust?
Aren’t they the same?
With each thrust,
Who am I to blame.

Lust is fleeting,
But love is endless.
Lust creates cheating,
And love is forever timeless.

Both can be confused,
Cause they are related.
But sometimes they are abused,
Then they become restated.
So what is lust and Love?
And the feeling of passion,
Is it lust?
Or is it love?


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