LUST ........ IF I MUST.

UNTITLED

My fondness for you lacks maturity,

Hence my affection for you is seen as intimacy.

Is love yet a fleeting passion of thrusts?

Why then yearn for depth when we can lust?

The decision between the character you cast,

Or the cleavage that leverages your bust?

So here I lay with thee in bed embedded in thy warmth,

Is love the burden for bedding thee ?

If so, relieve me of this burning bidding.

Because this ectopic feeling is not something to bid in,

Yet the only thing that comes between us is your beading.

Guilty for robbing you of your bleeding,

While our intentions was never that of breeding.

The thief responsible for your missing breathings,

For your misplaced breaths , do breathe in.

-Boybally X Couly-