In Lust We Trust

I'm falling in love. I am floating.
A painfully slow descent into feeling.
I'm craving a violent, heartbreaking landing,
But ever so slowly, oh, I'm just floating.
I'm crashing in lust. I'm burning desire.
I'm flying and drinking the flames of the flesh
With feet in the clouds and head barely touching
The ground where I bask in the heaven of sin.
It's lust for the tender, sweet smile of ours,
It's lust for the thrill of the dreams he inspires,
It's lust for the kisses... and teases... and hugs,
It's lust for the honey of his sweetest embraces
And lust for the poison of his bitter departures...
It's love and it's lost... consumed by the lust.

Gorgeous! 🙂

Love it!!

Thanks for the comments, guys 🙂 I wrote this one late night when I couldn't sleep and I just had to share it somehow. Showing it to the guy who inspired it definitely wasn't an option, as we're by no means at the point where it would be safe to make such declarations, lol 😛
It's worth mentioning that it's all true, though. People go on and on about how beautiful it is to fall in love... but me, I'm just too busy enjoying the awesomeness of our physical connection. I guess falling in love is what comes next, anyway.
Glad you enjoyed reading it.

SHOULD PUT IT ON THE WRITEING BOARD FOR MORE TO SEE.
VERY GOOD