Many levels of love
Encased by layers of lust.
My lust comes from my distrust.
I rush
Then I am crushed.
Transparency gives way to vulnerability.
I am taught humility
Because love is reliant on you falling.
Understanding that the outcome may not be pleasant
But the greater risk is never having it.
The weight of my decision echoes.
Consequences are giving, so I let go
Of all love and respect
Filled with doubt and regret;
Late nights in cold sweat.
I’m a wreck.
Love of my life I have yet met.
The beauty of my personal concept
Yet the fulfillment of reality
She cuts ties, no other prospects
Cause now her love is my fantasy.
How does she turn lust into love?
With all these words left unsaid
This love that would usually fill me with dread.
Hollow insides, dead.
She has me vibrant with colors instead.
Her love is electrifying,
Gravity defying,
Encompassed by it, I can fly and
Hidden behind her almond eyes
Are simmers of gold that are just a reflection of her soul.
Love her exclusively, is what I was told
And I’m sold.
Her soft body I hold.
Beyond her presence I see no one.
After a love like this, there will be no one.
Forever with her are all in the moments.
Moments without her are torment.
Love that I always held dormant.
So I rather deal with my lustful doom
My method was fine tuned.
Now I am short fused
With an attitude.
But her kisses seems to heal wounds
Which leaves me confused.
I love them and leave them
Cause I don’t need them
But without her love I’m grieving.
When did love feel better than lust?
Contemplating while I lie on her bust
With these feelings in my chest that I do not trust.
Scary thought, what if my love is just lust?
The essence of her love is essential
To my mental.
I want detachment, just a little
But I fear the absence of it, is criminal.
The lust for her love and it’s potential.
She is my drug.
I didn’t know you could lust for love.
Soothes my mind in the clutch of her hug.
Released like doves
Who were trapped in there cage.
Lust now tamed,
Love to blame.
Now I see it can be one in the same.
Zero to do with physical gain.
My lust makes her blush
Her love leaves me crushed.
Breathless,
Spiritually connected.
No, I’m not misdirected.
My physical lust is undetected
Cause her nature I wait to relish.
Her scent burn into my memory.
I lust for her entirety
I lust because of what she does to me
I lust because she makes me see
The beauty of lust
Which in turn makes me lust for her love.
