Love or Lust

Love is like looking into your eyes and seeing and endless reflection

Love is like the breath that exhales from our lips

The animalistic thrusts both us of desire

The sound of our uncontrollable moans that echo

The perfume of our fluids mixture

The wetness of our skin pressing together

My nails dig in your covering which creates a line between lust and love

You hear me whisper fuck me harder, fuck me deeper

But really I’m begging you to love me harder, and love me deeper

We become one as my legs are wrapped around your strong shoulders

Your hands holding my face, whipping the tears you crafted

Tears of love, tears of joy, tears of sadness as this is only a dream.

A deep desire

A have a desire to be the one you fall asleep with, the one you wake up to & the one you hold.
My skin can still feel your hands touching me.
My eyes can still see your smirk as you tease me.
But my heart as forgotten the rhythm it would beat.

My confusing world would melt around me.

I often left thinking about the path we both chose & how it might be different if we both let our guard down, if we surrendered to the chemistry & if we stopped thinking about the consequent.

I didn't want to lose a friendship & you didn't want to lose a wife.

Addicted to...

Am I addicted to love, the feeling of love or being loved?

Butterflies... 1st kisses... Anticipation.

Late night phone calls, getting to know someone, I like it all.

I love finding new chemistry, new people & something new about myself.

I find something new about myself if every relationship I have.