it's the eyes I see
It's calling me
Yet my ears don't hear it
But my heart hears it
It's the lips I kiss
It's loud in my chest
It's a rhythm so fast
It's my heartbeat
And it's loud in my chest
It's my hand On your chest
My hand feels at home
Your heartbeat leading the way
Yet it's the nipple my finger finds
Its love
Its lust
Nice poem. For me I gave up lust a long time ago, and as for love, I'm still waiting...
You cannot have Love without lust,
But you can surely have lust without Love.