True Lust

Pampered kisses, the urgency to feel the lay out of their skin

Drunk to begin, sober at the end

They arent really lover, but a mere friend

But in the heat of the night, they are the temptation that you give in

True lust never speaks

True lust never expresses

True lust never talks to the one you spend you nights with

Yet when he finds another , you are left broken hearted.

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